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Franklin John McCarty

7 Feb


 Otherwise known as Frankie J, he is the youngest canine of our household. 

 He is also the “small” dog I never wanted. He’s 14lbs and don’t call him a little dog, never mind.

Frankie wanted nothing to do with those small tennis balls… even as a young pup… I’ll take the regular tennis ball.


 And what’s this puppy food business… I’ll eat what all the other canines in the house eat… Thank you very much!


He likes to think he’s fearless but he is a bit intimidated by a few things…chickens for instance. 

And goat videos…of all things!

He’s also not too sure of our new kitty Oliver as he’s not used to cats who actually bat at him with claws.  Our two old cats never struck out at the dogs when they harassed them.  Maeve and Nisha just meowed and ran away.

But he seems to be working at getting along with Oliver.

Frankie’s got a few more hobbies than playing ball and chasing cats.  He loves to go kayaking and hiking.

And bothering his sweet big brother Tanner.  One of the most frequent expressions heard around our house is “Frankenstein, leave your brother alone”!  Note the long suffering look on Tanners face!

But one of Frankie J’s favorite things to do is go to work with mama even when we worked in different places when we did travel PT on the other end of the state.  We call it Frankie Friday now and he’s a darn good physical therapy dog!  He should since he started when he was 2 months old and he’s 8 and a half now.

He’s pretty tired after working all day…after all it is quite exhausting being adored so much!

And he really is adored from one end of the state to the other…we call him the “Gateway Dog” since even people who don’t like dogs are charmed by him.  It’s kinda hard not to be!

Love, love, love this boy!


Still working with Natures beauty!

4 Feb

I was recently nominated for a 7 day Nature/Animal photo challenge on FB.  I’ve finished my 7 days but wanted to keep going.  So I decided to continue on my blog cause it was way too much enjoyable to stop.

Zelda was only a few years old in this picture we call “Zelda on the Rocks”.  Someday I’ll invent a drink with that name…it just sounds right!  She is 14 now and thinks like a puppy.  She still acts like a goof as do I. Obviously we were meant for each other.

Love my girly!


Beginnings and Continuity

3 Nov

The sun has set up here on Housewarming Weekend.


And what an amazing weekend it’s been for our household and CoyoteCrow Farm! The dogs haven’t moved in an hour or more, Maeve kitty is blissed out on catnip and the Chickens are safely tucked and locked up in their coop. My wife Elizabeth and I are enjoying some wine, soft background music and relaxing into the warmth of the wood stove and love of friends and family.

Friday night brought 2 past and dear friends up the mountain in renewed connection for our House Blessing. It was a simple but straight from the heart affair…a perfect way to begin enfolding who we were into who we are and who we are becoming. Thank you so much Kacy and De’Anna!

Saturday brought waves upon waves of old and new friends and family. At one point it was standing room only with a plea to step away from the front door so yummies from the grill could be brought in! The bounty of food and gifts was almost overwhelming. By the end of the evening we were begging people to take home food not wanting to waste the bounty…after all there are only 2 humans in this household and my Irish Catholic background forbids waste of that kind. Everyone wanting to share in the joy and amazement of where we find ourselves.

One of the most fascinating aspects of all the gatherings I’ve been a part of since I was a child and especially as an adult are the connections that are made between the various parts of my life. I love, love, love that some of the oldest friends I have here in the Berkshires have connected with someone I work with now and also with one of my wife’s knitting group members.

Our Chimney sweep and his partner (yes they were here) we met as a result of a friend’s party years ago who is still a beloved member of the group of women who were here Friday night. And so it continued all weekend long. The weavings of past and present kept popping up.

I gotta say one of my favorite moments was when my rehab buddy’s all high fived over the fact that the bathroom is handicapped accessible and OT approved! We can’t help ourselves…occupational hazard to notice these things away from work!

The blessings of the weekend continued on Sunday with the sleeping over of a rehab friend from the North Shore who lived with us as family during her traveling time last summer…the dogs totally remembered her! Shortly after she treated us to breakfast at the general store, my cousins from NH arrived with simple but thoughtful gifts for everyone including treats for the chickens…honestly who remembers the chickens during a move…I certainly didn’t! It’s also why Maeve kitty is blissed out on catnip.

A particular joy this weekend was seeing the kids and grandkids of the cousins and co-workers of Elizabeth and I play catch, run the dogs and check out the chickens over the wide open spaces of our place. As I remarked to my cousin Kathleen, it reminded me of our youth romping over our Grandparents home acreage.

From friends we met at workshops at ColdAntlerFarm traveling from out side Albany, NY, to my sister and her husband from central Ma, my In-Laws from eastern Ma, my cousins from NH and friends and co-workers from all over Berkshire county and beyond, Elizabeth and I so appreciate you being here this weekend. You all helped us celebrate our new beginning and also celebrate the continuity of community we are still a part of!

The cold winds have been howling all day…thanks Chloe for howling with me and the wind! The clocks have been turned back and the darkest, coldest time of the year is upon us.

We will not fear the coming winter months as we have learned to embrace the wheel of the year. This is the time to know the skeleton of the trees and the bones of the land when introspection and uncluttered vision is upon us. We will be sustained with the fuel and food and friendships we have cultivated in the less lean times. We will shelter in place out of the wind and cold in this log cabin in the woods and up the mountain with the warmth of a wood fire and the memory of love and good will. Thank you to all our friends and family for helping keep us warm and loved. We love you back!

Fridge Poetry: Weekend 38

22 Sep

Happy Birthday, to my my Lovely Wife,

As you end your 37th year and enter your 38th this is for you!

Fridge Poetry: Weekend 38.   9/21/2013….9/22/2013

Pray each Spirit still whispers
Delicate twilight wishes
Only to keep moon rain want
Kissed as water beautifuly fired
Over sun reason moved above blue grace


Let thy heart dream on sight
Of how sublime art prances
Then happily reconcile beauty at age
For as always time is a bringer
Of enough hard needed truth


But then there be too, another
lovelier kind thought
KNOW we none are alone



Flash Freeze Moments…Animal style.

19 Jun

I just finished taking Frankie for a walk. I let him off his leash and gloried in his pretty little trot and his sweet looks back to make sure I was still following.

It’s still light out in spite of the hour since tomorrow is the Summer Solstice. Today is one of 2 of the longest days of the year here in the Northern Hemisphere…tomorrow being the longest. My wife reminded me what day it is, the last few months being a bit of a mish-mash in terms of time for me.

So anyway, taking Frankie for a walk started me thinking about longest memories…don’t ask…it’s just the way my mind works. Being a canine sort of being, I naturally started thinking about some of my memories of the dogs in my life.

Those flash freeze moments I can recall without effort when thinking of a particular dog. You animal lovers out there know what I mean. Actually anyone who’s ever loved anyone or thing knows what I mean!

For me it’s Sherlock the first of our Basset Hounds fiercely guarding Agnes our sheep’s shorn fleece…even with Agnes right next to him.

Jeremiah, Aunt Pat’s half lab-half wolf dog sticking his snout into my cousin Catherine’s daughter Camlyn’s carriage making sure she was alright in front of the steps of Grandma’s house.

It’s Sara the Hound Dog making like a paraplegic dog when ordered off the bed…

Zelda dancing.

Tanner with his sweet boy doggie smile.

And Frankie trotting along with his long neck and ears flying back like pigtails. It’s why we usually leave a beard and mustache when he gets groomed so folks will know he’s a he!


It’s the joy and pain of loving and being loved… especially by those we outlive!

All will be well!

25 Apr

I find myself very grateful tonight for so many good things and people in my life. Even though I am leaving an almost perfect situation for my first traveling PTA job it has given me confidence to move onto the next one.

A big thank you to the staff especially the Rehab Team for making it easy to fit in so quickly. I feel like I’ve made some real connections there and there’s already been talk of road trips down to my new placement on the South Shore and out to the Berkshire’s this summer.

Being able to spend this time with M&D my in-laws has been a real gift for both Frankie and myself. They have offered to keep Frankie here for the next week til I get situated in my new digs and job. They have been so generous with their home and time. Frankie and I are going to miss them greatly when we move.

I am thankful too for my company recruiter (A.L.) and company for reacting so quickly to the changing situation and getting me a new job and place to live so as to make the transition as smooth as possible. In fact my wife wants to send A.L. flowers for taking such good care of me!

As always I appreciate the love and support of my family and friends. They mean the world to me. And of course, my wife Elizabeth is always foremost in my love and thoughts. Thanks, Babe for holding our center, our home together while the world spins madly about us. All will be well!

Oh, and I’m really thankful we have our small third of an acre CoyoteCrow Farm that will in a few months produce with some hard work our very own home grown fruits and vegetables. Not to mention in 5 or 6 months some backyard grazing chickens laying more than enough eggs to eat and sell.

You Go Girls!!!

My ADD mind… Part 1

10 Mar
I was diagnosed Hyperactive as a child.  It’s what they now call ADD or ADHD.  And they’ve discovered it tends to run in families.  It implies to most people that we have trouble focusing and bounce around like bunnies on speed.

And often it means exactly that, especially in over stimulating environments. But what many folks don’t understand is there’s another side to it.  We who have ADD also have the ability to hyper-focus.  There are many theories on how this condition became part of the human genome sequence… especially in Americans.
Some say we are descendents of the human equivalent of intruder alert systems when our species were but hunter-gatherers.  Sort of like the meerkats seen in the National Geographic specials and magazine.  Or like our Zelda dog who’s hyper aware of everything around us.

Our human ancestors had to be able to detect anything that might be a danger and who better than those who could switch quickly from movement to movement or stay still and hyper-focus on whatever threatened the tribe.  It allowed humankind to move past the dangers and explore new territories.

It also seems to have encouraged innovation, adventure, and art.  Why would so many defy convention and become inventors, artists and adventurers when in certain times of history it could have meant anything from exile to death.  And why else would any one leave their known world and immigrate especially illegally to somewhere as dangerous and uncertain as America.  Most seem to have exhibited the qualities of the ADD mind.

After visiting Finland, Montreal, Canada and Honduras in the past few years, it really does seem America has more than it’s share of the ADD sort.  It appears like it’s helped along by advertisement, sports, TV and the common grocery store.  The amount of choice and stimulation in our culture is overwhelming compared to other countries and cultures.
Several years ago, my wife suggested that I get formally tested for it since I’ve always had difficulty staying on track especially with paperwork.  When the results came back it turned out I was quite far along the continuum towards ADD.  My friends were like “Duh, of course you are.”  Well, I knew that too, but it allowed me legal access to medication that helps when I have to interact with the non-ADD world.  You’ve heard the expression–Better living through modern chemistry.
I take the lowest dosage possible and only use it when I absolutely need to focus.  I find it interferes with my creativity.  Creating art for me means letting my mind leap and bound as it wills.  I’ve often remarked to others, “You wouldn’t want to live in my head, even I have a hard time being there.”

Fortunately, my wife is extraordinarily gifted in interpreting my brain.  Me to the rest of the world and vice versa.  She’s exceptionally good when I have trouble verbalizing and can only gesture.  She gently reminds me to use my words and finish sentences.  And even she has difficulty at times.

I chalk it up to my being Irish in the fortune I’ve experienced over the years.  Whether it’s being able to end up with the right family to take me in, to somehow find parking spaces where none seem to be, or meeting my life partner in another state who happens to be years younger and have the ability to figure me out with humor and love.  I’m grateful.  A sincere Thank You to the Universe.  Even if it’s still difficult living inside my ADD mind.