Monday, August 24, 2009

Mickey Is Two Years Old Today (Orlando, FL, Late Summer, 2007)

Mickey was born on August 24, 2007. He celebrated his birthday a day early with an amazing display of maturity. We went to Earthfare for an hour, and, as always, put him in his pen. We pen him because he has ALWAYS destroyed something in our absence, which he never does if we're at home.

But we didn't lock the gate (by accident; we're a little distracted at the moment). When we came home, he was in his pen, with the gate open. But his Kong was on our bed, and his Nylabone dinosaur, which he only gets as a special toy in his pen, was in the livingroom. He had obviously been all over, but destroyed nothing! I've always heard that 2 years was a big maturing stage for dogs, and I guess it was true here. We'll have to see how far we can push this...

Here's Mickey, the pup on the right, nursing at one day.

And at one month, in the middle, in Pauline the breeder's arms, with his four siblings.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

New Home (Miami Beach, FL, October 2004)

We're closing on our house in the mountains in Asheville tomorrow, and we're planning a take-out dinner and some bubbly there tomorrow night. We did this the last time we bought a place, too, using the furniture that the previous owner left behind, and our folding card table. You can see the popcorn ceiling in this picture (before we nuked it); our new place has them too (but not for long).

Hurricanes Aiming For Miami (Miami Beach, FL, October 2006)

The march of the hurricanes has begun in earnest for another year, taking dead aim on Miami. It is difficult, even from our safe perch in the mountains, not to obsess about them as the intense part of the season begins.

The view from our balcony:

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Mischief (Miami Beach, FL, January 2009)

I'm not sure what mischief these two one year olds were up to, but I'm sure it wasn't good.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

My Mother and Me (Bronx, NY, November 1946)

(I've temporarily lost access to all the scans that motivated this blog, but I have a few favorites that I had previously scanned that haven't made it to FPOD.)

Here's my 18 year old mother and me. These kids (my parents, who were 16 and 18 when I was born) literally didn't have a dime to their names (check the run in the stocking). This was just before they found out that she was a Type-1 Diabetic.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Griggs Road (Brookline, MA, Spring 2002)

Our whole family seems to be engaged in single-handedly solving the housing market stagnation. We're all in one stage or another of house buying.

So it seems appropriate somehow to post the pictures from the real estate listing when we were selling our house in Brookline.

Ari at 2-plus Weeks (Boston, MA, January 2008)

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Fisher Family Dogs

This is a post by guestblogger Dora.

The Fishers are dog people. There have been many beloved dogs in our families over the generations. Here are the dogs we are delighted to have now.

This is Mickey who belongs to Josh and Elizabeth. He is a Havanese, and is almost two years old.

likes: cuddling, jumping through hoops, destroying things.
dislikes: being left alone, his harness.

Mickey is very smart, he knows the names of his toys and the names of people. If you say "Mickey! Bring ELIZABETH your KONG!" he can do it.

This is Harper, she is the newest addition to Fisher family dogs:

Harper is only six months old and belongs to David, Allison and Ari. She is a black lab mix.
Likes: going for walks to the park, chewing on rawhide, and jumping up on people.

Allison says that despite how puppy-like and playful she is, she is very gentle with Ari. What a good dog!

And finally, this is Otis. Otis is a three and a half year old cocker spaniel who belongs to Dora and Norman (Otis has been a Fisher since he was just under 1 year old).

Otis likes: attention, when you do stretches on a yoga mat, long walks, and smelling your food.
Dislikes: the vacuum cleaner, the yellow dogs next door (grr), when people go to the backyard without him, getting wet.

For a bonus round: Otis and Mickey are very good friends. When they visit each other, they play and play and play, and spend the overnights waiting anxiously by their bedroom doors until the moment they can be together again. Neither of them have met Harper yet, but when they do I'm sure they will all get along too.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Henry and Mickey (Maimi Beach, FL, December 2008)

The bad news is, I lost all the old photos to a disk crash (until we go back to Miami).

The good news is, the disk crash caused me to finally get a new laptop, and the new laptop caused me to put widgets on my screen, and so I see random pictures all the time, and it's easy to pick out ones that I really like and post them here...

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Grrrrr (Brookline, MA, May 2001)

The horrible disk failure I had on Saturday killed the copy of the 6,000 scanned photos that I had with me in Asheville. Unless I am back in Miami before then, I will only be posting from pictures taken during the "digital age" (i.e., May 2001 and beyond). I also lost the work I had done to gather parts II and III of the Dora/pigeon thing. Blogger Dora will have to fill in with older stuff.

Here is one from my first digital batch:

Today Would Have Been My Father's 80th Birthday (Miami, FL, August 2007)

My father was born on August 6, 1929. (It's an easy date to remember, the bomb on Hiroshima was dropped on his 16th birthday.) We had planned to go back to Miami to be with him today.

These two pictures were taken on his 77th birthday, we took an Island Queen boat ride to celebrate (see the sign in the background). That was about the last time that there was much vitality to his life: he was getting around Miami Beach some, even taking the South Beach local to get haircuts, shopping in Publix on his own, etc. Shortly after that he weakened further, and couldn't do those things on his own any more.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Puppy Rosie at Betty & George's (Teaneck, NJ, about 1985)

With my father and his mother (again, the 2 family thing, with Rose at Betty's house).

Betty's long-haired dachshund.