Monthly Archives: January 2013

Valentines and Birds?

DARQ enters Catherine’s sewing room:  So, what’s all this hype about Valentine’s Day?DeckSwag - Valentines 2011

CATHERINE, who stops sewing a snap to Darq’s new jacket:  It’s when, on February 14, valentine cards, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between people, friends, husband and wives–and lovers–all in the name of St. Valentine.

DARQ: A saint?  Ahh, this is one of your Christian traditions, is it?

CATHERINE:  Part Christian, part Roman-pagan.  Lots of history on it dealing with martyred St. Valentines (there were, I believe, three St. Valentines) — and a pagan fertility celebration called Lupercalia.  You can go online and check the history at

DARQ:  I’ll do that.  (Darq leaves, She enters Catherine’s office where the computer is, and searches online. Half an hour later, Darq meets Catherine in the kitchen and looks at the wall calendar).  Yoi, Catherine, I see you have Feb. 14 marked with a valentine’s heart, but why do you have Feb. 15-18 checked–and what’s the GBBC marked on those dates?

CATHERINE, not looking up from laying out the pattern on a pair of checkered slacks for Darq: It’s the Great Backyard Bird Count.  I’ve been participating for the past few years.  It’s a way for scientists to learn about bird migrations and gather other statistics on bird populations.  You can go online and learn more at

DARQ: So, what’s involved in counting birds?  Do you go someplace special?

CATHERINE:  Not really.  I usually stand at the kitchen door and look through the glass storm door at the deck feeder. I then ID what birds come to feed, and count them.  Want to participate?

DARQ:  Sure.

CATHERINE:  Well then, instead of sleeping in, you better get up tomorrow morning when I set the feed out, and I’ll help you identify the “regulars.”  Maybe we’ll even see a newcomer.

DARQ:  How early is early?

CATHERINE: Oh, around 7:30 a.m.

DARQ, stifling a chuckle:  That’s not all that early.

CATHERINE, looking up from the cup of coffee she’s stirring:  It’s when there’s light enough to see.

DARQ: That it is.  And, yes, I think I can manage to rouse myself out of bed, but you better have some black coffee at the ready.

*****Stop back and find out how Valentine’s Day went–and how Darq’s experience with the GBBC went.  (Will Catherine have a new outfit made for Darq for the occasion?)




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Posted by on January 29, 2013 in Uncategorized



Darq-slprs-donut-cofeeDarq here–

Last night I grabbed a cup of coffee and a donut (at least Catherine left one chocolate-covered donut in the box!).  I then watched over Catherine’s shoulder, where she sat at her computer pulling up the photo-card files she has of the greeting cards she makes. (And no I did not get crumbs down her back.)

Catherine printed out the card I chose and we went downstairs to the kitchen table.  Well, it’s not actually a table-table, it’s a restaurant-style booth.TYcard-1

Anyway, the flower on the cover of the card is a lovely Fifth Dimension Hibiscus.  Catherine took its picture when she was on a trip to the botanical gardens in Charlotte, North Carolina, a few years ago.  It’s an amazing bloom.

TYcard6Now the tables are turned–with her camera at the ready, Catherine looked over my shoulder while I signed (autographed) the card.  She must have snapped that shutter half a dozen times before she was satisfied . . .

But I digress–

I am ever grateful for Father Dragon/Al Diaz being bilingual and so helpful in introducing me to his wonderful country via the Internet and his great blog idea to interview a book’s protagonist.




*** Postscript from Catherine:

I’ll add my kudos! kudos! kudos! to Father Dragon/Al Diaz for a remarkable journey (in many ways that didn’t include actually going to Mexico.  Ah, the wonders of the Internet.)

I also want to say that during the latter stages of this Mexico-trip blogging, I bought a Spanish dictionary.  However, I’m not sure it’s any better than the online one that failed to translate (or do accent marks), but I’ll keep it simple:

Father Dragon:

Gracious, amigo! Muchas o muchisimas.

(Thanks, amigo! Thank you very much.)


*******As always, Darq welcomes comments and questions.

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*******Don’t miss the mid-February blog posts because Darq will get to use that fishing pole Santa left her in her Christmas stocking. What will she wear? Where in the world will she go fishing?

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Posted by on January 18, 2013 in Uncategorized


Darq arrives home from Mexico

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 *** It’s late on this cold and cloudy afternoon where Winter Storm Helen passed well to the south so there is no snow or ice. When the Men in Black arrived, the weight of their black, bulletproof SUV furrowed Catherine’s semi-muddy driveway. With nary a word spoken, except into their ear-mics, the four MIBs dropped off Darq—and started unloading her luggage—along with half a dozen boxes.

CATHERINE waits in the kitchen and wonders what Darq purchased on her visit and interview in Mexico.***

DARQ enters the kitchen, carrying two bouquets of flowers. Semi-squealing with joy, she says:  Hola! (She hugs Catherine, who hugs her back.)

CATHERINE: Welcome home!

When the two part, CATHERINE glances between the bouquets Darq holds: For me?

DARQ shakes her head:  Not both. This one is for you—Gerberas Y Tulipanes. That’s Gerberas daisies and tulips. (Catherine takes the bouquet.) But this one, it’s mine. It’s a very rare Dragon’s Breath Mum—actually it’s a type of chrysanthemum. (She folds the clear plastic wrapper back for Catherine to get a better look.)  You won’t believe where this lovely thing grows.

Dragon's Breath Chrysanthemum (Rare, only grows in dragon dung.)

Dragon’s Breath Chrysanthemum

CATHERINE: I might venture a guess, like, ah––deep in the bowels of the Dragon’s Cave?

DARQ: Bowels is close but not in the cave. In the poop pile outside the cave. His turds are the size of medicine balls and the methane is worse than anything I ever encountered at the Ly-quetzel training base.

CATHERINE touches the flower and frowns: Is it made of paper-mache?

DARQ: No. One of the MIB guys zapped the mum with a raygun of some kind, which plasticized it. Something about the flower being a rare species and USDA regulations, or was it the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives—emphasis on explosives—

CATHERINE’s brows shoot upward in surprise: The flower explodes?

DARQ shakes her head: No, not according to Father Dragon’s dwarfs.  They assured the MIBs it’s just a flower-flower. Just so you know, the MIBs zapped your flowers too. That’s so they don’t violate import laws. Which also means, I get to keep this lovely mum forever and ever, like the dragon’s scale necklace.

CATHERINE: Ah, the scale necklace, I remember that. Father Dragon’s gift to you during the interview last week. Are you wearing his gift?

DARQ: No. It’s . . . (She glances around the kitchen, now filled with luggage and containers from her trip. The last of the MIBs exits with a curt nod of farewell.) Darq eyes Catherine: It’s going to take me a while to unpack and find it.

CATHERINE: You look beat.

DARQ: Blame it on the extra long flight from that storm icing up things. (She yawns.)

CATHERINE: Let this mess set. Go and get a good night’s rest and tackle this in the morning.

*** And so mid-morning the next day, DARQ enters the kitchen and slides into the booth seat. She looks as limp as a wet dish towel.

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CATHERINE, sets the daily newspaper’s comic section before Darq: What can I get you? Tea? Coffee?

DARQ: What I wouldn’t give right now for a cup of saguenay. Ah, ah, ah–don’t say it— Saguenay isn’t available on Earth.

CATHERINE: It isn’t.

DARQ: Any chance you have any Royal Chocolate?

CATHERINE: I can make you cocoa, but what’s Royal Chocolate?

DARQ: It’s dark cocoa with cinnamon and a slight hint of some other spice, I think. Not sure. Father Dragon had his chefs whip up a batch saying it was “Mayan chocolate.” It had enough kick to keep me wide awake half the night. But coffee will do. Black. Strong as you can make it.

Moments later, CATHERINE sets a steaming mug of coffee in front of Darq and goes and opens a box of donuts.

DARQ yawns loudly: You know, I’ve flown back-to-back-to-back-to-back sorties and never felt fatigued like this. I have the energy of a slug.

CATHERINE, nibble a donut and bring her cup of decaf to the table: It’s called Jet Lag. It’s a planetary thing. You know— gravity, time zone changes, the delays because of the storm. Your body’s clock just needs a day or two to adjust. You’ll be fine.

DARQ looks at all suitcases and boxes in the kitchen:  What’s the status on the Jewels of the Sky blog photo-shoot you wanted to do today?

CATHERINE: I had planned doing it this afternoon, but you haven’t unpacked your loot.

DARQ: My loot?

CATHERINE: You know, all the stuff tourist buy and bring back.  You left here with one carry-on. (She waves a hand, encompassing the luggage and boxes in the kitchen.) You came back with a whole lot more!

DARQ: Not so much. Besides, it’s winter here and summer in Mexico. It was just better to buy what I needed down there.

CATHERINE grins: And bring it all back here.

DARQ takes a long drought of coffee, draining her cup: Nothing like caffeine. I’m feeling much better. I’m going to start unpacking my loot, as you call it. Ought to be ready for the photo shoot late this afternoon.

CATHERINE: Sounds like a plan. So tell me about the trip. What’s Cancun like? Mexico? What did you see, do?

DARQ: You want a boring itinerary?

CATHERINE: Boring to some, but not to me. Remember, I was here, in cold, frigid, snow-covered Pennsylvania.

DARQ: Envying me?

CATHERINE nods: Woman you went to the sunny Mayan Riviera and your e-mails were brief to nonexistent. Just begin with arriving in Cancun.

DARQ: All right. First, you were right, I didn’t fly commercial. I don’t know which agency the MIB borrowed the private jet from, but I had a window seat. So, when the plane circled to land, I had a great view of how flat the area was—and how sprawled out the Cancun International Airport was. White, modern cement buildings. Well, modern to your standards.

CATHERINE pours Darq another cup of coffee and gets herself a second donut: Did the MIB have a limo take you to a hotel or did you have to go through a custom’s check?

DARQ: No customs. Just dwarfs. I was met by Father Dragon’s own—a pair of dwarfs. The eldest, Tassin, had silvery-white hair, and a very bushy beard and mustache. Even his eyebrows were ultra-bushy. It’s a wonder the man could see out from under all that brow hair. (She pauses. Her voice mellows.) The other one was his son.  Sessin . . .



Hearing the wistfulness in Darq’s pronunciation of Sessin, and recalling Darq’s e-mail about a bouquet Sessin had given her at the Cancun airport farewell, an inner alarm dings in Catherine’s mind. She studies Darq’s bemused smile, sees the sheen in Darq’s earth-brown eyes, the iris’s widening:  Is he the guy with the dark brown hair, the one with the mustache that got singed in some kind of Father-Dragon-mishap in the kitchen? The one who wore a welder’s helmet during the interview preparations the day before your interview?

DARQ nods.

CATHERINE: Considering the reputation of Latin American men . . . Please tell me you weren’t seduced by Sessin.

DARQ sobers: No, I was not. And don’t look at me that way.

CATHERINE: What way?

DARQ slides her cup aside, sets one forearm on the table, and uses it to leverage forward.  Her voice comes out military gruff: I am happily married, Catherine, but I am not blind and I certainly am not dead! I merely— Looked. He’s good looking.


DARQ inhales, seeming to fight her rising ire: And what about you?


DARQ: Yes, you. What about that box of pictures you keep in your office, the ones of men you cut out of magazines and catalogs?

CATHERINE (sputtering): Those are pictures for possible story characters. I have to see a face to describe it.

DARQ smiles like a crafty fox: And what about those posters at the bottom of the box?  Kevin Sorbo as Hercules?  Patrick Stewart as Jean-Luc Picard? Or Nathan Fillion as Firefly’s “Mal”—

CATHERINE (cheeks flaring a hot pink): I’m a fan! Fans get posters— Robe-barefeetHow about a donut? A refill on the coffee?

DARQ (grinning) leaves the table, heading upstairs: Soon as I change, I’ll be down to unpack and help you set up the photo-shoot.

              THE PHOTO SHOOT  

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Darq stands among her treasures (i.e. loot) brought back from her  Mexico trip ~~~

DARQ:  Well, Catherine, what do you think?

CATHERINE: A sombrero? How touristy can you get?

DARQ: And here I thought you’d castigate me for the blouse I bought with the “I love Mexico” logo.

CATHERINE: That’s a given. I buy tee-shirts when my husband and I go on camping trips to touristy places. No big deal, but the sombrero?

DARQ (grinning):  It’s got bling!

CATHERINE: Yeah, I know. Likely enough to blitz back my camera’s flash. It’s going to be tricky photographing that sombrero on you.Sombrero 1

DARQ: Not to worry. You’re a great photographer.

CATHERINE: I’m an amateur making do with what I have available, ye-dining room. (She then says with finality): And don’t even suggest I convert my sewing room into a photography studio. I would rather sew!

DARQ: And craft?

CATHERINE nods, then peers through the viewfinder of her Cannon EOS digital camera at Darq:  Snazzy shoes.

DARQ:  What, you only now notice my these shoes?

CATHERINE (trying to hide a teasing smile):  Hard to miss those caution-stop-lights.

DARQ’s jaw slackens and then her brows furl:  These leather shoes are not stop-light yellow, they’re mustard-gold and hand made from the finest leather.

CATHERINE, still behind the camera:  At least you only bought those, the green shoes, and a couple pairs of sandals.

DARQ doesn’t reply.

CATHERINE lowers her camera and studies Darq’s face: Darq?

DARQ: I, uh, well, that is . . . (She takes a breath and whooshes out her words): I bought eight more pairs.

Although shocked, CATHERINE manages: Eight pairs? Where are the rest?

DARQ: To be shipped here.

CATHERINE: Do you realize how long it takes to get things delivered from Mexico?

DARQ: I do, but Father Dragon said he’d have his dwarfs see to it that I got the shipment before the month is out.

CATHERINE raises the camera again and looks through the viewfinder: You know you can’t wear sandals in winter.

DARQ: Of course I know that. And I know it was an impulse buy, but they were so cute and colorful.

CATHERINE: Yeah, and by the look of the things you bought, you fell for Colorful Mexico. Now—hold still and— Smile! You’re on candid camera.

DARQ: Cheeeeeezzzz. (The flash goes off once, then twice more.): I’m blind!

CATHERINE: Blame it on the bling. Now, say ‘cheese’ again. No, wait. Cookies.

DARQ: Cookies? You want me to say ‘cookies?’

CATHERINE: No. I just remembered that the one photo you e-mailed me yesterday mentioned a cookie tin. I remember seeing a green tin on the counter. What happened to it? Or did it contain something else edible?

DARQ doesn’t look directly at Catherine: I enjoyed Mexican food. The Devilfish was superb. Then there was Sessin’s Fish ‘a la Tikin-Xic, his Tepache . . . Don’t look at me like that.

CATHERINE: Like what?

DARQ: Sessin is a great chef. So is his cousin Milin. The two cook for Father Dragon!

CATHERINE: Seduced by food, huh?

DARQ’s face goes crimson under her dark skin. She clears her throat: Back to not bringing food with me. There were other considerations. One being I would have to declare fruits and such, which the MIB didn’t want to know about because that would delay our flight, something about red tape, whatever that is. Not to mention doing so might draw attention to me being in Mexico. If the news media ever latched onto that, well— Suffice to say, I only brought back the flowers.

CATHERINE: Then why did your cheeks just flush so brilliant a red?

DARQ seems to stiffen her spine: Shitfire. If you must know, Sessin gave me a tin of Butterfat Cookies at the Cancun airport. He made them especially for me, which I intended to share with you, but— I ate all the cookies.

CATHERINE, a faint disappointment tinging her words: A couple dozen cookies is no big deal.

DARQ: Five dozen. There were five dozen.

CATHERINE: Five! Geez, Darq, you’re as bad as my husband when it comes to cookies.

DARQ (brightening): Not all is lost.


DARQ: Sessin gave me the recipe. (She picks up the sheepskin that’s been hiding the cookie tin. Once she has the tin open, she takes the recipe card our and hands it to Catherine.

CATHERINE takes the card, reads it, and her jaw slackens:  This is a butter cookie recipe, one I make a couple times a year!

DARQ: Small world.

CATHERINE: Evidently. Now let me finish taking the close-ups. (She sets the card on the dining room table) and readies her camera. When finished with the photo-taking, and Darq is stacking her souvenirs, Catherine hears Darq humming a tune and asks: What song are you humming?

DARQ: It’s Mexicanisimo–the traditional farewell song—

Mexicano soy asi, soy amoroso, soy feliz
soy Mexicano, cariñoso frenesi
Mexicano hasta morir
vivo la vida sin sufrir
soy amigo, tengo mucho gusto y qué?

CATHERINE: Pity I don’t understand Spanish.

DARQ: Trust me, it sounds much better in Spanish—

Mexican, I am like this, I am loving, I am happy
I am Mexican, loving frenzy,
Mexican to death,
I live the life without suffering,
I am a friend, I am pleased, so what?

CATHERINE: Definitely, give me the Spanish version anytime! (She chuckles). How about one more picture?

DARQ: No thanks. You have what you need for the blog. Besides, I had scads of photos taken of me and the flowers and the dwarfs, sightseeing, the tours to the Mayan pyramids. I need to get them organized into a digital album.

CATHERINE: You bought a camera?

DARQ: No, I used a cell phone the MIBs gave me. One that links to what they called The Cloud—whatever that is. Say, how about you make another pot of coffee and I’ll fetch the phone. We’ll sit and sip and I’ll show you all my pictures.

CATHERINE: All your pictures? How many are we talking about?

DARQ: Two hundred and twenty some. (Darq heads upstairs to get the phone.)

CATHERINE mutters to Darq’s back: Why does everyone who takes a trip feel the need to show EVERY PHOTO they took?


I Love Mexico
Postscript from DARQ: For those who want to know more about my blog-visit to Mexico, go to Father Dragon’s blog at and scroll down to the interview of January 10 (and do read the January 9th entry about the preparations for the interview and meet the dwarves).

To view the Mexican sights, and others, in Cancun, check out:

Cancun International Airport (Quintana Roo, Mexico)
—the airport

Grand Velas Riviera Maya
–my hotel. Very decadent. My room: Zen Grande Suite, Jungle Section, which included a pool! The hard wood floors gleamed, and I loved the dark red colors of the bedspread and curtains.

Xcaret, the archeological park
–tourist attraction

Tulum, the ancient walled city
–tourist attraction

Xel-Ha –
–tourist attraction

Plaza Caracol, Cancun
–shopping/tourist attraction (from which I bought my sombrero, Mayan Sunrise rug, and my clothes for the Father Dragon interview)

***Here are links to music that I liked:

Mariachis music:

Classical Mexican Music:

Wishing you all the best—



Posted by on January 17, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Adios, Mexico–the send off


MIBs let me use a laptop to send this from the jet hanger, the undisclosed one, at the Cancun Int’l Airport.

Father Dragon arranged a grand send-off  for me with mariachis, in full black and gold costume, playing Mexicanisimo–the traditional farewell song. So touching, I almost shed a tear.

While they played, I stood in a corner of the hanger for pictures and farewells–surrounded by a truckload of flowers that Father Dragon’s four head dwarfs—Tassin, Sessin, Pancolin, and Milin—brought.  The flowers were gifts from all 150 dwarfs who were at the interview. And I got massive bouquets from Sessin and Pancholin. Father Dragon gave me a Dragon’s Breath Mum . . . sending pictures. Got to go–wheels up in ten.  I can’t believe this trip is ending . . . see you soon.

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Left hand holds Dragon’s Breath Mum. Right, green wrap, Sessin’s bouquet to me. White wrapped tulips from Pancholin. I’m holding two DVDs–one classical Mexican music, the other of the interview. Milin and Sessin gave me a big tin of cookies (at my feet) with a giant bow.

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Isn’t this Dragon’s Breath Mum spectacular?











*****It’s 1,783 miles to Pennsylvania from Cancun.  Winter Storm Helen is cutting a swath across the Eastern Seaboard.  Will Darq encounter delays?  Visit tomorrow and find out.

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Posted by on January 16, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Jewels of the Sky goes International!

FatherDagon-shelves JoSCATHERINE: Darq just sent me this photo and e-mailed me that Father Dragon received the copy of Jewels of the Sky that I mailed to him a month ago (and you thought US Mail service was slow?).  Wow, the book’s gone international.  Okay, so it’s one book.  But like the journey that begins with one step, this is so cool!

Darq will return to the USA on Wednesday, January 16 with her views on the Mexico trip and the interview with Father Dragon  (so be sure to stop back).

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Posted by on January 11, 2013 in Uncategorized


The Interview with Father Dragon is Today!

01-Darq Waiting 2 enterIn an undisclosed location in Mexico, Darq stands in an antechamber of the Dragon Cave, her right hand steady beside her hip, within easy reach of her rodgun, which is in her skirt pocket.

I Love MexicoDespite the logo on her shirt and the smile on her lips, she’s not quite sure about walking into the quartz chamber where 150 dwarf minions line the gallery for witnessing Father Dragon interviewing her.

What questions did Father Dragon ask? 03 Gift 4 DarqWhat’s the gift he gave her?

Attend the interview by clicking here.

And stop back next week, Jan. 16, when Darq returns to the USA, and get her take on the trip and the interview.  What will she reveal about Father Dragon?

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Posted by on January 10, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Mexico countdown

Mexico MapCATHERINE:  The Men In Black picked Darq up last night and spirited her away.  All I know is that Darq’s destination is Cancun, the Mayan Riviera, for her official visit to Mexico as a “cultural ambassador.”  At least that’s the official line I was given, you never know about the government and those clandestine MIBs  . . . Okay, so Darq’s getting away from the frigid, snowy Allegheny foothills of Pennsylvania and going to a warn and colorful country–and she gets to take in some of the Mayan tourist attractions and the area’s mentioned in Jewels of the Sky.

Anyway,  her visit also includes a “televised” blog interview by none other than Father Dragon, at his Dragon Cave. The “Under the Fireworks” interview is scheduled for January 10, but Father Dragon will be making preparations the day before–with his dwarfs–and that will be posted on January 9.  So mark your calendars and stop by for the preliminaries.

Dyn costume-frontDarq assured me that the January 10 interview will not be the usual “author interview” or the usual “character” interview–after all, the interviewer is a dragon.  I won’t be there so I have no idea what the questions will be or how revealing ( about me ? ) Darq might be.

Lordy, I think I’m losing control of my character . . .

CLICK HERE TO GO TO Father Dragon’s Blog

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Posted by on January 5, 2013 in Uncategorized


Darq’s Fruity Cake

IMG_0224It’s late afternoon of New Year’s Day when Darq enters the farmhouse with snow on her carryall and CATHERINE says: Welcome back. You look . . .  Are you a tad hungover?

DARQ: No, I’m not hungover. I know what hungover is and I am not hungover. And before you ask, I had a great New Year’s Eve party, and I did not end up naked in the pool with the rich guy or the actor or that Wall Street broker-guy.

CATHERINE (blinking in shock about the naked, pool, and men) whispers: Okay. Only somewhat hungover but definitely cranky-tired.

DARQ:  I heard that.

CATHERINE, pasting a smile on her lips: Supper’s in ninety minutes. Why don’t you go unpack your carryall?

DARQ nods and goes upstairs. There she not only unpacks but also takes a nap, coming downstairs feeling more herself, and hears Catherine call: Supper!

DARQ stands in the kitchen doorway: What’s the pungent smell in the kitchen? What are you fixing?

CATHERINE: We’re having a traditional McLean/Polish/German/Serbian/New Year’s Day meal of pork and sauerkraut, mashed potatoes, and peas.  John likes peas. It’s his favorite vegetable.

DARQ grunts but takes her place at the table. When the meal is finished, she says:  The pork was good. Very good. Some people at the party last night said they hated sauerkraut’s smell and taste, but this shredded stuff tasted okay to me.

CATHERINE:  A lot has to do with how the sauerkraut is fixed. I rinse mine to take the edge off it it before cooking it.

DARQ: So, what’s for dessert?

CATHERINE  leaves the table and returns with the dessert for everyone.

DARQ:  Is that what I think it is?

CATHERINE:  Yep– Darq’s fruitycake topped with vanilla ice cream!

DARQ: You actually made the fruitycake from scratch?

CATHERINE:  No, I took a shortcut and used a boxed mix and canned fruit, not fresh.

DARQ says after tasting the concoction:  Unbelievable.  This tastes like the real thing.

CATHERINE:  It should.  I recognized the ingredient list you gave me and took a shortcut.  Nothing to it– one carrot cake mix, 4 eggs, 1 stick of butter, 1 fourteen ounce can of Delmonte no sugar added, very cherry fruit mix (not drained), 1 eight ounce can of pineapple tidbits, drained, and three quarters of a cup of chopped pecan, but I ran out of pecans so I added walnuts. Mixed well. Baked in a bundt pan for 50 minutes–well, until done–ovens being what they are and mine is old . . .

IMG_0218DARQ stares at Catherine for a moment then says: I’m having seconds.

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Posted by on January 2, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Darq and New Years

CATHERINE:  Darq is gone. At 0530 hours–that being 5:30 a.m. EST., and a ridiculous time to wake anyone, “the suits” arrived in a black-glassed vehicle with four-wheel drive, and none too thrilled with the snow. They had wanted to use a helicopter and land in the pasture behind the house, but the snow was too deep. The four men (bundled in parkas suitable for Antarctica) came to pick up Darq.  She was packed and ready to go.  The suits and Darq left at 5:45.  Destination? An undisclosed airfield where Darq will board a private jet to an undisclosed location where she’s to attend a New Year’s Eve party. Leave it to the government for the cloak-and-dagger secrecy stuff.  All I was told is that Darq will be back sometime tomorrow afternoon.  However, Darq promised that if she could get cell phone access, she would contact me (so I wouldn’t worry about her).  She can’t text us because my husband and I live in a dead zone. Of course, “no news is good news” is my motto, so I assume all goes well for her.  As for me and my husband, it’ll be a quite New Year’s eve. Just us.  No partying.  Not that we are party types to begin with . . .  Oddly enough, the house seems way too quite with Darq gone. I think I’ll just go check my e-mails . . .

Darq NewYrEve-01E-Mail from Darq, 8:00 p.m. EST:   Adovee, Catherine!  I borrowed something called an iPad tablet to send you this picture of me in my “McLean” original (thank you so much for sewing it for me!).  Everyone, and I mean everyone, has complimented me on the dress (especially how the stripes match in points down the front seam).  As you can see, I was given a hat and a “horn” and a balloon. Things actually began about 1730 hours with hors d’oeuvres– and some interesting liquors.  One had a worm at the bottom of the glass.  I swallowed the worm whole.  Everyone seemed pleased with that. Personally, rye whiskey comes close to being the Wysotti equivalent of ek-musa, and I prefer that “over the rocks” (rocks being ice). Anyway, the dinner was beyond lavish. There was one meat–something called fillet mignon–or something like that–which was very good. I’m having a great time–  Got to go, the general says he’s ready to teach me how to do a “slow dance.”

E-Mail from Darq, 11:58 p.m. EST:  Adovee, again Catherine! I’m having a fantastic time.  I and everyone is now looking out the wall of glass windows, down at Times Square. We’re all waiting for the ball to drop. There it goes . . .

Four, three, two, one!    HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! 

Darq NewYrEve-02
Five minutes later:  Yoi, Catherine, no one warned me about confetti. It’s everywhere.  Shitfire, I have confetti in my bra!  Double shitfire–no one warned me about all the kissing and auld langsyne either.  You Americans sure have strange customs.

******Special notice: January 9, 2013, Darq is going to be interviewed in Mexico by “Father Dragon”–to keep abreast of Darq’s activities, join us at Twitter 

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