Thursday, May 26, 2016

Late post

I'm a little late posting tonight because Jilda and I attended the local Chamber of Commerce Annual Banquet. We didn't eat until just before eight which is not far from our bedtime:)

We did get to howdy up with a bunch of our old friends and neighbors and that's always good.

The picture tonight was taken by my lovely spouse. It's a lily that Jilda's mom planted 30 years ago. We saw the first bloom several days ago as we were walking and Jilda borrowed my phone to snap the photo. I didn't have a better one so she's letting me use it here.

Happy Friday.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016


Jilda had a run-in last night with an old nemesis. She suffered from aseptic meningitis the three years she took the IVIG treatments, and it came a'calling last night and this morning.

Her voice echoed from inside the basket, "Will you go and teach my 7 A.M. yoga class this morning?"

Looking at the clock I saw that it was already twenty after six. I left a perfectly good steaming cup of coffee on the coffee table jumped into my yoga breeches and hit the road and hit the road.

This is a class for counselors that work at the facility who come to work an hour early for the class and Jilda didn't want to disappoint them, so I substituted.

She is a certified yoga instructor who can teach other trainers, so I'm a certified yoga instructor. I'm betting most of you didn't realize that.

I was a little concerned going in, but the class went off seamlessly. About an hour later I was headed home.

The sun had peeped over the eastern horizon and highlighted a kingdom of Queen Ann's Lace by the side of the road, so I pulled over and snapped a picture of a couple that was near the shady edge.

The day didn't start as I'd anticipated, but anytime you can begin a day with yoga and meditation, it's a good thing.


Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Digging them out with noodle

When I clicked on Blogger tonight to write a post, I happened to look down at the launch page and it said I have posted 4012 entries. Clicking on STATS I saw that I've had almost 20,000 comments. 

That sounds like a lot but I've been blogging since December of 2005. That's the nature of time. Someone once asked a prolific author how he'd managed to write so many books. He said, "One word at a time." 

There are days I can't write the words fast enough and other days it feels as if I'm digging them out with noodle. 

Monday, May 23, 2016

A good year for cars ~ my column from Sunday's paper

Each time I hear someone mention the year 1966, an image of a Chevrolet Chevelle develops in my
mind like a Polaroid picture. Chevy started building the Chevelle Super Sport in 1964. The first two years they were beautiful cars, but designers got it right in 1966.
Doctored photo from Pinterest
The first one I saw was the color of fresh churned butter with Raider Mag wheels. When the owner revved the engine, needles on earthquake detectors danced as far away as Atlanta.
I was 15 years old in 1966 and a few years shy of a steady job, so all I could do was lust after the Chevelle.
What I had was a 1946 Plymouth Coupe that my mom repossessed from my older brother when he defaulted on a loan. She’d given him money to paint the old car maroon with tiny flecks of gold that glimmered in the sunlight. He also bought moon hubcaps and a steering wheel knob. When he decided to move to California after high school, she kept the car and for my 15th birthday, she gave it to me.
Police weren’t as persnickety about things like driver’s licenses and auto insurance then, so I drove the car to school every day that year. It would have been a head-turner in the happy days of the ‘50s, but in 1966 sitting beside the shiny new Chevelle SS, the old coupe looked like a bruised turtle.
The ‘60s was a great decade for designers in Detroit. The Ford Mustang, Chevy Impala SS, Plymouth Roadrunner and Barracuda, Dodge Charger and Pontiac GTO were all incredible cars.
From history website
There was no better place to see all these cars than Sherer’s Drive-In in Jasper on Saturday night. Rumbling through Sherer’s in a dirty car would have been just wrong. So for the price of a chocolate shake you could watch a parade of polished steel in a prism of colors. The best cars were two-door hardtops with all four windows rolled down. From inside the 8-track players blared Brown Eyed Girl, White Rabbit, and other songs that are still popular on Oldie Goldie radio stations.
I graduated from high school in ‘68 and worked nights while attending college during the day. After a few paychecks, I talked my dad into co-signing a loan with me to buy a 1965 Impala SS. It wasn’t a Chevelle, but it was red as a sunset and once I got those big wheels turning, it was curiously fast.
If you talk to most any man that came of age during that time, they can name half a dozen deserted stretches of needle-straight roads that became drag-racing venues on weekends. At the drop of the flagman’s arm, you could smell burning rubber, hear screaming engines and watch headlights streak like shooting stars for the quarter mile drag race.
But that was a different time. The 1973 oil embargo sent gas prices skyrocketing and started a flood of imported cars from Japan and Germany. The desire for gas-sipping transportation made Detroit’s muscle cars a thing of the past except for collectors. But even those of us who weren’t fortunate enough to hold on to one of those beauties, we still have the Polaroid photographs in our minds.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Out of contact

Our landline is out of service along with our internet. I have 1 bar of service standing on the bannister of our back deck on one leg holding one hand aloft while my head is wrapped with aluminum foil. I heard our mail carrier is sick too so if you need to contact us, please use carrier pigeons.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Small festival

We played a small festival up on the lake about an hour's drive north. Earlier in the week the
weatherman said it would be "a stromin' " today, but I couldn't have drawn up a more beautiful day. 

We played under the gazebo. People walking through the park would stop and listen for a while before wandering on through the booths of handmade arts & crafts. 

A young couple that had just gotten engaged sat down and listened to our entire set. Before they left, they asked if we'd consider playing at their wedding in August.  

We gave them a card before we left and we'll see if they firm things up before the wedding.

When you play as long as we've been playing you play a lot of venues. We've played house parties, beach parties, chilli cook-offs, a llama convention, birthdays, weddings, and funerals.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Picking berries

Our great nephew Jordan stayed with us a few hours this morning. His family had to work so he came over rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his knuckles.

A while later, Jilda whipped up some bacon, eggs, and toast. The smell of bacon brought him out of his sleepiness and before the linen napkins were on the table, he was sitting in his chair looking toward the kitchen with expectation.

After we ate, we headed out to the garden to check the plant progress and pick blueberries.

He loves picking blueberries because he's still fairly short which gives him a point of view that Jilda and I don't have. He finds berries that we overlook.

Only three of the plants are bearing right now, but the others will follow in a few days. 
I plan to plant another 20 bushes in the fall. Did I mention that we love blueberries?

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