Sunday, March 18, 2018
I am a caregiver to my 87 year old disabled mother. No, this blog isn't going to be about that. This is my escape from that. Yet, at times, like today, I feel compelled to write that right now there is yodeling coming from the other room as she is listening to a German program on the radio. Not ideal conditions to create deep thoughts and convey them to you on this blog. But I'll just move along.
The snowbells are up....and I spotted two crocuses ( croci?) yesterday near the house. I measure the year by flowers. Snowbells are always first....we'll be waiting for the daffodils and tulips next. Will Trump be impeached in lilac time or must we wait for the Sunflowers?
Saturday, March 17, 2018
The sun is coming up on this special day. We still have the holiday flag flying outside..... but Easter has already taken over here with bunnies and eggs edging out the clover leaves and leprechauns. (Put them up too early, I guess.)
Ireland means Van Morrison to me. The old curmugdeon is still out there performing and making new music and that is a good thing.
Sunday, March 4, 2018
So...before we were rudely interrupted..... now what was it we were going on about? Well, let's just begin anew. It's Sunday and the sun is rising above the city and I'm feeling this inner stirring to
write again. I'll need a few posts to find my bearings, so bear with me. :)
"It's a cocky old world," Aunt Millie used to say. Yes, it is dear. Oh, if you had lived to see what it's become! I'm still here on your hill, the land where your father settled on at the turn of the last century. Since that time, many are gone. First went those who remembered World War I, and now the last few veterans of World War II are disappearing. You counted the widows on the hill remaining of your generation, and now the next generation of widows are dying off as the cycle continues.
Some things remain. The daffodils still come back each spring where the steps used to be going up to the old "Bum" School. The bulbs planted sometime in the 40's or 50's..... no way to tell. The school
is long gone, the land overrun by thickets and locust trees.... but the path of the steps is laid out each year for a short time. The path of daffodils.
Waiting for spring again. The birds are up this morning, their songs carrying in the cold air as I took
food out to Yellow Cat. (More about him later.)
It's good to be back.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Sunday, October 4, 2015
I sang to her in the car on the way to the vet. The little made up ditties that women sing to cats. I talked and she meowed now and then. A weak little noise, letting me know she was still there. One last look at the day light as she popped her head up from her box.
We sat on the bench outside. Not enough time. They took us in so soon. I could have sat on the bench longer with my little friend, but it was time to go.
( We buried her that day under her favorite tree, the Ginkgo, in the backyard. The picture above is her in better times.... she used the tree as a scratchbox and there was a ring around it as high as she could reach.)
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
"live" concert on his birthday. What a remarkable career. Blues, jazz, pop, Irish music, country... this list goes on. I've been listening to Van since 1992. How do I know this? Because I met a guy, and you know how it is, you start talking and getting to know one another. You ask simple questions. Where did you go to school? What kind of music do you listen to? And there it was. Van Morrison. Okay, I said, who else do you listen to really? Just Van Morrison.
I remember thinking the guy was strange. All I could name was Brown Eyed Girl and Domino.
And then he made me a cassette tape. You know the kind. If you are a certain age, you remember. A cassette tape of your favorite songs all put together. He put some songs from one album, some music off another. I was hooked. A lot of stuff from Hymns to the Silence.
Here I am so many years later, and I'm still hooked. I have drawers full of CD's with bootlegged concerts that were traded back and forth. Then there are VCR tapes I'll never watch again that were second and third generation recordings of bits of Van on various shows. Now they are all on YouTube.
I even have a CD of Fans playing the music of Van Morrison from all over the world. ( I'm on there, too singing with my guitar. At this point I don't even remember what song, because I recorded so many in my little studio in my old apartment.) It gave me joy to work out the chords and play some of my favorites.
Happy Birthday Van. Thanks for all the music.
Friday, July 31, 2015
Sunday, March 30, 2014
A snowy morning. Started the day "off the grid" with a power outtage in the township. Luckily it didn't last more than an hour. Got the internet up and running to check on the eaglet by way of the webcam. Mother Bird was feeding the baby at 7:18 this morning and it was a joy to tune in just at that time. She then carefully returned to her job of keeping the baby and the other eggs warm.
Speaking of warm. Though it is is 32 out right now, it sure was nice to feel 60 degrees late Friday. I went out and trimmed the blueberry bushes. Maybe spring isn't too far off after all.