Sunday, September 17, 2017

Another song for you...




We saw this guy the other day on a show from PBS that I had recorded...I love the guitars in this.  I would be fine with as an instrumental.  Notice his guitar is a 12-string!
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I am taking a blog break...I so seldom get any new photographs it just seems easier to quit for the time being.  I had just sort of came to my wit's end...if I actually have any wit left in me.  I may still visit and comment from time to time, but will tell you if I ever start blogging again. 


Monday, September 4, 2017

Listen to this one...

This video has two songs, but it is the first that I really want to share with you...I happened across it the other night.  It was in the list below the video I was currently watching.  I felt compelled to watch it...I have no idea what made me think I might like it.    I hope you enjoy it half as much as I do...



Thought I might as well include the lyrics:

"Johnny's Song"


what is life it could be a million
It could be a single dime
Or it could be a ship out on the water
But to me it's just more time
Time for the one who moved a hundred mountains
Time for the one who broke a thousand chains
For the love of a son and a mother
A little girl sweet as sugar cane

What is love it could be a river
Love's a single drop of rain
But to her love is forever
It's the mention of your name
What is love there's more than just one answer
Love's a golden wedding ring
If only love could be the cure for cancer
Then the world would hear you sing

What is faith
Faith is believing
Faith can tell you where to go
You say faith can move a thousand mountains
Faith can liberate your soul
A heart of gold will take you to the rafters
Where you get your angel wings
Don't cry for me are the words that are coming
From your golden guitar strings

What is life
It could be a million
What is love
There's more than just one answer
What is faith
Faith is believing

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Another this and that post....


A few days ago was 'Take your pet to school' day...Otto was the chosen pet.   I had totally forgotten till Sarah brought it up.  How I would have loved to been a mouse traveling on her shoulder.


Her and Jeremy take him at the appointed time.  They walk in the school.  He heard kids in the cafeteria and strained to go see them.  He would hear other kids and his ears would perk up.


So, imagine the joy when he went into Lorelei's classroom.  Sarah said every child got a face-wash, and when he was done, he just went over and flopped in the floor which made the kids laugh even more.  He has always had a heart for kids....you might easily find a dog that is smarter than him but you will never find a dog better than him.

When Lorelei was little she climbed on him, sat on him, laid on him, and all the  other kids could do the same.  You would think with all of that, that he would have stayed away from her, but most of the time he followed and laid close by.
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Lorelei is funny...she drops things or spills things...not any more than the average child.  But she says I am a klutz...I take after my mom....who takes after her mom, which is you Mamaw!  And she told me that is what she tells her teachers that!
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One night Sarah and Jeremy went to her former boss' house, I guess he is till her boss in one sense, but she runs the place in Terre Haute and he is at their place over by Indianapolis.  So either they were taking a part to him, or else going to pick up a part from him.  This was after work, and Lorelei was with them...and it is about a 30 minute drive to his house.

A bit of background is that Sarah can be at work in about 5 minutes...so they get out, and Lorelei says to him, 'Tell me why do you live ALL The way out here and drive to my mommy's work?'  I forget what he answered her...he has known her a while...and they all got a good laugh.

But one thing, don't tell her any secrets....

Friday, August 25, 2017

A bit of randomness

I.  I had this practically finished.  Lorelei saw it the other day and said she wanted it.  I didn't have the jack-o-lantern face on it then.  She spent the night last night.  I cut eyes, nose and mouth out of paper, actually did a couple different designs of the mouth.  She chose one similar to this.  I redesigned the mouth a bit and finished it today.  She wants it to hang on her door.

2.  It is that time of year...this is one of the poems that I have shared before.  I did not fully fall in love it it till I heard it read by someone else.  Below the video, I will copy and paste the words till you can read them as well as hear them. 


When the Frost is On the Punkin
by
James Whitcomb Riley
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and the gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin'; of the guineys and the cluckin' of the hens
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O it's then the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock


They's somethin kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here -
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny monring of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock -
When the frost is on the punkin and fodder's in the shock.


The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries - kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A preachin' sermons to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below - the clover overhead! -
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!


Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage, too!
I don't know how to tell it - but if sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me -
I'd want to 'commodate 'em - all the whole-indurin' flock -
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!

This poem is in the public domain.

3.   How about a Simon's Cat video...this one reminds me of our cat Bubbie, but the part where he is on Simon's head and wrapped around his head reminds me of the first cat I had in our married life....he actually did sleep across my forehead and wrapped around my head just like that for the first few years of his life...




4.  We sat here and watched a show I recorded...Infinity Hall Live...it  had some of the best songs from some of the artists over the years.  My favorites were America, Toad the Wet Sprocket, and Los Lonely Boys...



5.  Roger had an off day today...nothing real bad but was dizzy and kept saying he felt so goofy.  I hate for him to feel like that and always feel concerned.  But I tell myself that these days are to be expected after what he went through.

That is it for the night...I have been trying to type on this all night...just now getting it finished.
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