Work Saturday, Jul 11 2009 

Words b* 8:24 am

While I think it would be neat to write code, to throw tall pots, to grow and the use fields of lavendar, to run for miles and then come home and create a meal of elegant simplicity worthy of the photographs I might take, the one skill that I'd love to manage is one I still have time to achieve.

There's an art to doing. To setting in on something and seeing it through. I would like to learn to see a job or project not as so much work to be avoided, but as process, with each component step a beginning and an end and a source of satisfaction.

Barring that, I'd just like to learn to finish what I start.

 

Long time gone Friday, Jul 10 2009 

Life and Thoughts and Words and family b* 11:24 am

What toys from your childhood do you still wish you had?

top
More thought than toy.

One of my uncles used to make spinning tops for me. They didn’t have much. Subsistance farmers. But he took the time and made the effort to make little things that were just for me. Simple things.

My toy would be a spool left over from my grandmother’s quilting and a twig whittled down to fit it and given a point. They never lasted all that long, left in the dust under the oak in the front yard. Swept up from the front porch and burned with the other trash in the kitchen stove. Not much more substance than a game of Simon Says.

My silver dollars
Okay, not a toy, but a favorite childhood thing. My best uncle began when I was born and gave me silver dollar every year on my birthday until he died when I was eleven. Most of them were old, not mint, not worth much above fact value, but elegant in their own way.

Ladies. No matter how good looking he is, don’t bring him home. You have been drinking. Don’t trust your judgment where sex is concerned. And never leave him alone with your belongings.

 

The House is a bit dirty Wednesday, Jul 8 2009 

Words b* 10:57 am

Shoveling manure

Cleaning.

Things got out of hand while I was being depressed. I got better, but the mess did not miraculously clean themselves. We're not talking mess here; we're talking chaos. With cat hair.

 

Clap Snap, Flash Tuesday, Jul 7 2009 

Fun and Life and Music and Thoughts and Words b* 7:42 pm

Guy I went to high school with posted this on Facebook. No idea where he found it, but it’s an imaginative bit of choral work.

While it is on the sublime side of the scale, it does still remind me of people who play graduated wine glasses. Also Ed Dye’s spoons, John Hartford’s footboard, and the eefin’/hambone body percussion of Hee Haw.

 

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