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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
ForgivenessSo much easier to do with others than with yourself. For me, anyway. Truth is, I don't tend
to hold grudges much. Might be mad for a while over something silly-in-the-long-run but that all fades when I remember
I'm not perfect either. Smiles return, as in that Jimmy Buffet song, "I go for younger women, lived
with several a while. And tho I sent 'em away, they'd come back one day. And they still could
manage a smile. Just takes a while... just takes a while." Mother, Mother Ocean... tomorrow's a brand
new day.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Birthday PresentIt really was the best one I ever got. Best present and best guitar. Last year.
From Jim. A Matt Raines acoustic which I pulled out again yesterday for the first time in a long time and it inspired me to write 5, maybe 6 new
songs. Ideas for songs, that is. But that's how they start - with one idea - a bar or six of melody,
a few words strung together, a chord change that veers off to somewhere secret and special, a picking pattern that won't take
maybe for answer. And this guitar is special because even tho I was strumming on my bed under a so-not-feng-shui
beam (beams are so supposed to kill the creative chi,) those tunes just streamed out of me. By the
way, Matt Raines who designed this (and many more amazing guitars,) weaves his magic
through 6 of my songs on "Temporary Sky," which I am sad to say the mixing and mastering thereof I've had to reschedule to early autumn because we just
can't afford it right now. But that's life in the Real World, Baby! However, I'm excited
because my musicianship is about to burst up to new heights! Steel strings - yay!!!
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Flapper Tappers
9:50 pm
Saturday Photo Hunters, Theme : "Colorful"
She was
three at Gymboree, a
place
we practically lived at for a couple years.
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4:52 am
Friday, May 25, 2007
Georgia O 'Keefe Yes, she was young once, that surprised me too. If I'd been by her side to soak up the way she uprooted white canvas to red, black and
yellow or jolted it with flames of ivory and pink that later died little deaths of lilac and
green in shadows bright, I would've inhaled each breath of her unhurried brush and memorized the patient
pressure of her fingers draining nothingness into poppies. Or an iris. Or that shell. To have been the canvas or the charcoal. To have heard the whisper of her art taking
flight in the New Mexico stillness even just once. To have studied her every move close up.
I could've learned to paint!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Kindergarten Class Of '07
Kelly's is the last visible face on the front row, far right.
9:37 pm
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
HeightPerfect time of night to write about height, the mosquitoes have already been fed and the roaches are not yet
up for breakfast. We have fleas too, but those come and go - like tides and moons. I just heard a rumble
of thunder or a plane. Yes a plane. What are the chances it could fall from the sky onto this keyboard?
Pretty darn slim, thank God. Never had a plane fall on me. Nor a piano. Had a water balloon whack
me upside the head frosh week, '83. Never broke a bone (to my knowledge.) Never slipped a disc or lost a toe or
an eye or an appendix. Had my tonsils out, but not my uterus - the latter may come some day, we'll see which parts
go whacky on me. My height is 5' 3", more or less. It's a beautiful night for sleeping.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Westlake HillsIf I lived in Westlake Hills I might never leave it. Why would I? There's a supermarket, post office, library, book store,
clothing store, bakery, movie theatre, dance academy, mall, golf course (not that I golf but I might start,) church, liquor
store, bank, Internet cafe, restaurant, school, Jazzercise. And much more. Not bad for
a 2.7 square mile scrap of the planet. I'd miss the ocean yes, and probably dream sometimes of
heading farther afield in my covered wagon to the Kootenay or Nevada regions, or wherever it was Pioneers were all excited
about back in the day (Paris, London, Vienna,) but I think I could be fine hanging out in Westlake until I die happily
at 101. Just think of all the men (and women,) in prisons at This Very Moment who will never again be
free to roam any 2.7 square mile scrap of planet, let alone a flake of Arctic tundra, Sahara, Nebraska or Maine.
They'd kill (again,) for a Westlake to live out the rest of their days in. How'd they
get so off-track?
Monday, May 21, 2007
Feng ShuiI'm going to go feng shui, (which someone told me recently does not rhyme with deng shwee or deng shoo-ee,
apparently it rhymes with dung flay.) And just what will this Going Feng Shui entail? Funny
you shuld ask. It will mean avoiding overhead beams where I aim to be creative. Jettisoning,
selling, giving away or burning all material items that are not 100% wonderful to look at or emanate dark reminders
of unpleasantness past, even seemingly
pocket-sized unpleasantness. This is going to be a big and lengthy project because we've accumulated
a lot of ballast in seventeen years (the lion's share being Jim's, but I've got a little junk to
reckon with too.) So I'm going now to make a cup of coffee and enjoy a frozen caramel bar and some poetry
to shore up my resolve before I start the task. Wish me luck.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Saturday Photo Hunters... Theme: "Cooked"
I put this photo up last fall so please forgive the redundancy but this is the ultimate
"Cooked" for me - Thanksgiving Dinner ready on the table and grace about to be said before feasting with zero
worries about calories or fat grams.
7:28 am
Friday, May 18, 2007
SpongeI had a wonderful sponge writing started but the cat just stepped on the Delete button. Poof.
One yellow sponge evaporated. Gone forever. Or is it? They say all you've ever seen, heard, read, learned,
felt... all experiences stay forever in your subconscious. Do you think? If you could tap into your brain's files
you could tell me what color shirt the boy four rows over and 3 kids up from you in second grade was wearing and what
you had for lunch that day. Whatever. I wish I had my sponge back. It was an astoundingly literary,
heart-breakingly pure writing about itchy blankets and stinky cheese and blue
lamplight and dueling saxophones and hellish screams in the cleaning supplies aisle after midnight. Oh well.
See ya later, spongeblob.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Swimming Pool LegsSwimming Pool Legs, akin only to their sisters, Beach Legs, and distant cousins, Summertime
Front-Porch-Step Legs, are a fascinating phenomenon to behold. These are not the merely serviceable laundry-lugging,
bathtub-scrubbing, stroller-tugging lower appendages of the common homo sapiens female. And definetly not the sweat
pants clad 3:00 a.m. ones pacing the carpet off the nursery floor. No. These dazzlers are
poised at the pinnacle of feminine allure. Dancing with stillness. Shop window posed
and angled just so. Whether thin or heavier, tan or not so, smooth or not quite, Swimming
Pool Legs are on a mission to make something happen. The legs whose abs are always sucked
in.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Visionary
Is there any doubt this little nephew guy
will one day go where none has gone before?!
10:30 pm
Monday, May 14, 2007
ShellIt was a "Shells" book I read out loud to Kelly while I was alseep. Very tricky.
But I did it. I have also whistled and hummed at the same time (tho Jim still doesn't believe me,) as well as blow-dried
my hair while riding my bicycle. The latter wasn't the smartest move - swishing my wet head to and fro in the June sunshine
ended me up in the freshly dredged ditch, (my right hip still pops from that venture sometimes.) However, more
strange-but-true facts about me will have to wait for another day because I'm just about to descend into a nap.
Or rather rise into one, float just above the clouds with the angels for a while, angels who are great poker players and
even better
rhumba dancers. Thankfully they usually keep it down to a dull roar for me.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
The Trouble With Sun-TanningThe trouble with sun-tanning,
I confessed to myself
at Jazzercise this morning-
my bare arms beaming,
my old Rykas still ready to serve,
the trouble with sun-tanning is,
it encourages more sun-tanning,
and wrinkles springing to the cheeks
to greet the pastor at the end of church.
And how will it end?
My face like a leather bag
with twin sapphires for buttons?
(Actually that part's a total lie,
I wear SPF 80 on my face 24 / 7)
It feels good to lie in the sun, tho.
Just for a while in early summer.
Saturday Photo Hunters Theme: "FIVE"
Okay, ... how cooincidental is this?! Kelly (far right,) is FIVE
years old. Last night her dance recital number was "Mambo Number FIVE," and there were
you guessed it - FIVE girls in her troupe. Guess that covers "Five" pretty well!
10:13 am
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Thursday Thirteen : Edition 10THIRTEEN THINGS I FIND REALLY ANNOYING
1. Orange juice flying off the carton's pop-top into my eye
2. Links that take longer than 2 seconds to load
3. Insomnia
4. Ill-fitting underpants
5. Dish-water coffee
6. Flies
7. Mosquitoes
8. Fireants
9. Cockroaches
10. Dog pee on the carpet
11. Cat poop under the bed
12. Weeds
13. The price of gas these days
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
RockRock of Ages cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee. The Old Rugged Cross. A Mansion Just Over
The Hilltop. The Hilltop Pub in Fredericton. Beef tips on rice. Beer. Bathroom
trips every 20 mins. Tequila Anaconda. Bushes in the dark. Don't pee your pants in the supermarket. Don't pee your pants in the mall.
Don't pee your pants at the lobster supper. Try not to pee them at all.
Monday, May 7, 2007
ScrunchieKramer was hot for the girl with the black velvet scrunchie. And Jerry, well Jerry... let's see, he went
through a string of them. The girl who ate her peas one at a time. The one that looked just like him. The
one with the G.I. Joe collection. The one who always wore the same outfit. The one whose toothbrush he knocked
into the toilet. The one who lounged around naked. The one who was alternately pretty and grotesque.
Who else? The virgin. The masseuse. "Man Hands." Schmoopie. Droopy. Loopy. Delores
(or was she really Mulva?) All beautiful girls but none of them able to pass the Seinfeld keeper test.
Even Elaine, when they got back together for a while was good for "This" and "That," but not "The Other Thing."
Oy vey, that Jerry.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Bell PepperOnce there was a young girl named Willow who fell in love with a green bell pepper name Frank. They met
on a bridge the morning she bought her yellow straw hat, the hat she and Frank would in later life sell at a yardsale
along with 4 Van Goghs for a dollar and twenty-seven cents each, (who could've known the paintings were real?!)
But I digress about the bridge meeting. It wasn't the Tapanzee or the Tallahatchie. It was the Tallahassee Memorial
Red-Hatter's Veggie Gardening Bridge, erected in 1927 by the Sunshine Hair-Dresser's Union #138. Frank was green (which
ain't easy to be,) but he was easy to love and from the moment Willow and he first laid eyes
on each other as he balanced a smile on his left shoulder and a soft-boiled egg on his right while singing Cole
Porter's "Night And Day" to a dozen potatos, they instantly knew they'd never be apart again. And they never
have been!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Saturday Photo Hunters, Theme: "Childhood"
Me At Three (1967) Kelly
At Three (2004) Jim At Three (1945)
(For anyone new to my site, Jim is my husband and Kelly is our daughter.)
2:36 am
Friday, May 4, 2007
Idiot's GuideOkay, I'm going to steal from Jae today. She and I have had an unwritten (now written!) rule about not reading each other's "object writing"
until we've finished our own but I've read hers and feel very comfortable about pinching from her today.
So... The perfect "Idiot's Guides To..." for me would be:
1. Remembering birthdays
2. Putting away laundry as soon as it's out of the dryer
3. Cutting down on chocolate for breakfast
4. Filing papers more than twice a year
5. Jazz chords
6. Keeping my gut sucked in 24 / 7
7. Returning Blockbuster movies on time
8. Keeping my legs shaved
9. Finding matching socks rather than buying new ones
10. ????? Hmmn, stay tuned 'til I think of another
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Flapper Tapper
6:29 pm
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Impromptu
8:40 pm
Alive !!!Nope, not dead whatsoever. Just had two late nights in the studio finishing up the vocals, yay! I'll
give you a proper post after I sleep a day or seven.
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