The 'D' sound, the Double D sound, of Don't Droop. I like it. It is very Positive. It gives you a little coaching, a prod, so to speak, of what to do. It is a good thing. Think of Beethoven's Ninth. There is steady progress in those famous notes. And from someone of my generation, one has a cartoon mouse or Sylvester the Cat, creeping by and hiding behind various things to break free to their objective.
But, I must give you the exact quote from which this DON'T DROOP insight (developing and fading) arrived. I just received thru delivery my Cuisinart Hand Blender with Whisk and Chopper Attachment. Let me first say: Sweet. I know the rest of you have had blenders and processors and such things before. I have only had 'experiences', and startling one's at that. So, without expanding on those experiences, let me get right to the most exquisite instruction I have ever experienced. The Countess Dowager on Downton Abbey would tilt her head and smile and Wink, I am sure....
BEATING EGG WHITES
"When beating egg whites use a very clean metal or glass bowl, never plastic. Plastic can contain hidden oils and fats that can ruin the delicate egg white foam. To help stabilize the egg whites add 1/8 teaspoon of cream of tartar per egg white prior to beating them. (If using a copper bowl omit the cream of tartar.) Beat the egg whites until soft peaks form that do not droop. Beating the egg whites longer causes them to dry out and become even less stable. When adding sugar to beaten egg whites add it slowly when soft peaks just begin to form and then continue beating to form soft peaks that don't droop."
If that isn't the High Mass of sweet, clear and helpful instruction, with no deflation or fear, I don't know what is. And, I did buy a can of Solo Poppy Seed Filling to make their Bundt Cake, because I have sour cream left from Christmas, and it must be used. And, further, I have the wonderful bundt pan that contains six smaller bundts flowers, and enough left over for a small loaf. (I think I gave that away)
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
The Lent Tree
First, I must save this link to the Ultimate Caftan: http://arthistory.about.com/od/from_exhibitions/ig/Chaos-and-Classicism/Madeleine-Vionnet-Caftan-1921.htm
Yes, I have a Lent Tree. The week before Christmas I started saying I was ready for Lent. Well, I still am, whatever it turns out to be.
Coincidentally I found some little foil medallions about 3/4 in. diameter that are some of the Stations of the Cross. I have been hoping that I would come across a meditation on the Stations that I got at church with my Grandparents, back in the early 1980's. The meditations made sense to me, and were something one needed to think about. They were probably Franciscan. I am crossing my fingers I come across them.
But the Lent Tree came into my life when I stopped into a garden center to see if they had a Garden Rocker, which they didn't, but a man was trying to untangle a spiral iron tree, that was garlanded with purple salvia (artificial) and had a lovely purple ribbon on top. I wouldn't have noticed it otherwise, and he was struggling, much like I am always doing, having something else in his other hand. He couldn't find the price, and neither could I on the one just like it, and I grew very attached to it. I was pushing a cart, which I do instead of using a cane, and put one on it as we both paraded off to find out how much the iron spiral tree was.
Other things became attached to me, some flowers he was hoping to use for his mail box. It was the nature of the material. When I freed myself, we put those on the cart, in a paper bag, where they could do no further harm. A clerk went off to look for the price, and 15 minutes later, found that they weren't on the inventory and someone must have pulled them out of storage and she gave us a special skew so she wouldn't have to deal with them again, either of them. We laughed on the way to the check out cottage. We explained that we didn't want to pay for the garland, only the tree, and needed to remove that. We were told that the special price included all appurtenances. Aha. A Lent Tree.
At home I took the animals off my small Christmas tree, and elsewhere and put them on my tree. These are made out of some woody material and I like them out an about. But, the fixture is made to be pushed into soil, and has two circles of four prongs, so I have to get a 12 in pot. One came to me, but it isn't deep enough. It will do for the forced narcissus, if I can get that together.
Already I am having to do without music on YouTube because something has gone wrong with the way my computer interacts and my computer is no longer supported. I have put out a question somewhere, but I don't know how to get back to find out if there is an answer.
I am doing without music in the car because the antenna wiring is messed up from cleaning out the tree debris from the back window area. Unfortunately, I don't know if I have the fine motor control necessary to fix it myself, and I am over help from 'the people.' It always costs me triple, never works, and I am supposed to be grateful. I am, really, but I am also over it, and spent all my reserve savings for the rest of my life because no one would listen to me about the cigarette lighter not working when they went to replace the battery. So that was three days of labor, and lost programming, and the cigarette lighter thing is still not fixed. Etc., etc.
I felt so wonderful listening to my Otis Redding cd. Now I just look at the case and blow him a kiss.
There will be more to this, but this is enough for right now.
Yes, I have a Lent Tree. The week before Christmas I started saying I was ready for Lent. Well, I still am, whatever it turns out to be.
Coincidentally I found some little foil medallions about 3/4 in. diameter that are some of the Stations of the Cross. I have been hoping that I would come across a meditation on the Stations that I got at church with my Grandparents, back in the early 1980's. The meditations made sense to me, and were something one needed to think about. They were probably Franciscan. I am crossing my fingers I come across them.
But the Lent Tree came into my life when I stopped into a garden center to see if they had a Garden Rocker, which they didn't, but a man was trying to untangle a spiral iron tree, that was garlanded with purple salvia (artificial) and had a lovely purple ribbon on top. I wouldn't have noticed it otherwise, and he was struggling, much like I am always doing, having something else in his other hand. He couldn't find the price, and neither could I on the one just like it, and I grew very attached to it. I was pushing a cart, which I do instead of using a cane, and put one on it as we both paraded off to find out how much the iron spiral tree was.
Other things became attached to me, some flowers he was hoping to use for his mail box. It was the nature of the material. When I freed myself, we put those on the cart, in a paper bag, where they could do no further harm. A clerk went off to look for the price, and 15 minutes later, found that they weren't on the inventory and someone must have pulled them out of storage and she gave us a special skew so she wouldn't have to deal with them again, either of them. We laughed on the way to the check out cottage. We explained that we didn't want to pay for the garland, only the tree, and needed to remove that. We were told that the special price included all appurtenances. Aha. A Lent Tree.
At home I took the animals off my small Christmas tree, and elsewhere and put them on my tree. These are made out of some woody material and I like them out an about. But, the fixture is made to be pushed into soil, and has two circles of four prongs, so I have to get a 12 in pot. One came to me, but it isn't deep enough. It will do for the forced narcissus, if I can get that together.
Already I am having to do without music on YouTube because something has gone wrong with the way my computer interacts and my computer is no longer supported. I have put out a question somewhere, but I don't know how to get back to find out if there is an answer.
I am doing without music in the car because the antenna wiring is messed up from cleaning out the tree debris from the back window area. Unfortunately, I don't know if I have the fine motor control necessary to fix it myself, and I am over help from 'the people.' It always costs me triple, never works, and I am supposed to be grateful. I am, really, but I am also over it, and spent all my reserve savings for the rest of my life because no one would listen to me about the cigarette lighter not working when they went to replace the battery. So that was three days of labor, and lost programming, and the cigarette lighter thing is still not fixed. Etc., etc.
I felt so wonderful listening to my Otis Redding cd. Now I just look at the case and blow him a kiss.
There will be more to this, but this is enough for right now.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
The Effing Microwave
First, notice I did not add the word oven. That is because I didn't say it. Besides, ovens are good things. Thank God that even in my rage I did not disparage a good thing.
That damn thing. This rage must be bled off. I am throwing flames at the mere mention of it, and it still hasn't been carted out to the dumpster, so it ain't over yet. But in the interest of bleeding this off for the New Year, this has to be written. Plus, I am doing a service to the visually challenged everywhere.
Now, there is a warranty phone number that I called two weeks ago, and I went thru the trouble shooting before, and on line, and there still is hope that my sister will get her money back. But, ONLY IF SHE OBEYS ME. And yes, WALMART is involved.
First things first. Get your visually challenged and elderly the kind of microwaves with the dials if they ask. Do not assume you know anything about the challenged ones needs or ways. And, those specialty buttons, well they are nice if you already know how to use them. I guess, and if you have children or distracted people who eat popcorn. BUT we visually challenged need the dials.
Don't assume we don't know what to do with a microwave. I have the original book written on the microwave by the first researcher. I don't have fears about microwaves or heart pace maker. But, I know not to discuss the microwave with people who have issues. JUST DROP IT.
I am hoping to be able to DROP IT soon, but right now I am revving up in true Tantric Style. (Just like I did with all those cheap phones that came out 30 years ago when people abandoned the old A T & T phones. On those, I went to the top of the sand dune and wound it up on its coiled cord and my neighbors sighted me and went out and did the same thing. It was glorious. You circle them overhead and then you whack them against a hard object and fall in the sand. DO NOT TAKE DOWN THE SAND FENCE! Frequently, these types of events are followed by gentle care-taking of environmental features and everyone chips in if they have been a part of it. Those coiled cords were good for emergency leashes and toys for dogs, too!)
That damn microwave. Now, there is nothing wrong with a microwave, but my poor grandmother was made to feel stupid for about a second when she blew three in a row. Then grandfather read the instructions and one found a permanent home in the kitchen 'for others to use.' I am sure there were many of these 'happenings.' I just tried to melt one of those foil-wrapped butter pats in the office microwave, and it kept staying frozen. And at Thanksgiving Aunt Myrtle had one propped up, and it had been praised by her husband as fast, so he went off hunting, and we put the green beans in a deep stainless steel bowl and kept checking. We had mucho to do. We thought we were saving space for another burner on the stove, people were coming and going, and with each new entry of adult female we were deciding who could mimic a newborn baby's cry the best. Of course, it was Aunt Myrtle. Thank god the great granddaddy couldn't hear well and was on the stoop snagging grandchildren who wanted to look at his bespoke Cadillac.
BACK TO THE EFFING ONE: I didn't want it. I had a small one with the dials. I told her I had been thru it while taking care of my dying friend and he was cranky and I was cranky and apologizing. I couldn't read them, couldn't see the lights. And they were a PTSD issue for me.
Imagine when I got to my new digs and there was the EFFING ONE taking up the whole counter. I deflated, felt truly hopeless. It was just like the wasted time at the local hospital when the emergency room didn't listen, and the x-ray blanket was thrown across my chest, just where I had told the resident I was hurt. The technician said she would check with the person, and yet she came back and proceeded and everything to do with that hospital became hopeless. And many others have verified it since. Always saying "Don't quote me on this as I will deny it!" My first time hearing that expression, but it kept coming back at me from individuals who are not allowed to speak ill of their institution without a suit being filed. Anyway, total loss of hope is real and it is a killer and roams the hallways of a certain hospital, and can happen other places, especially with those trying to be helpful, even, like my sister.
I used the foam tray that held the glass insert as a tray and it is still around somewhere. My nephew took the box away and put it in the dumpster after a week, and this was as the result of a family pow-wow, because I still had access to the old apartment, although I was growing weak, and still they didn't trust me. Further, even my hale and helpful nephew told his daughter that I didn't appreciate anything. This statement by him to my 4 year old niece was and is the main thing I told my sister that would rebound on me forever and it will. So, remember as we wind down here, that the Effing one, and the cabinet which was painted instead of just being cleaned, were responsible for me having lost all contact with anyone I even had hope of enjoying in my years of dotage.
So, it is the Christmas Season and many issues come up and my sister works, and many other really serious things happen to those around her, and she is four hours away, and has no time to to get Wal-mart to print out the receipt, even though she has found the transaction on her charge card, and the sixty-day warrantee is up in one day. "Oh," she says, "I know the Wal-Mart regional manager." "Oh, I tell her, so you want to get some poor functionary fired here and there. This can not be handled without the paper work and the appliance, and they won't print it out at her Wal-Mart, and they will call out the SWAT team on me at mine at this point. So, I tell her, LET'S FLUSH THIS WHOLE SORDID THING.
Well, there still is the fact that the man at the warranty number wrote down and gave a case number to this issue. It is the weekend, and Monday is New Year's Even, and my sister has a wedding Saturday, and who knows what's on for New Year's, and then she is coming up here ....Jeese...If only I had that receipt copy so then 'the warranty process could proceed." I understand why they don't even go beyond that on the phone and keep on repeating the phrase, because it is absolutely necessary to have that stuff for the functionary on the phone to fill-in the blanks on the form. And, granted, most people don't have these exigent circumstances, so we can't say it is a total plot, but it is an issue when one is trying to help the handicapped, and you live in another city.
So, the issue is, at this point, AM I GOING TO RESTRAIN MYSELF and not mention it until after New Years? Will a receipt and a case number be of any avail at the phone warranty number for that brand? I am a warrior. Many have told me such. Am I going to give up on my nature? My professor 30 years ago said I was a warrior, a Kasitrya, a miss-spelled word from the Mahabarrata, an Indian Masterpiece and Cultural Reference on all things involving action and inaction. Also, a Buddist Monk in D.C. said the same thing to me, when I said after a demonstration meditation when I had forgotten everything and had asked what did it mean when during the whole meditation I was in a handball court and hitting balls coming off the walls. He said I was a warrior. I think I must be. I think I can not fight my nature. I think this adventure will continue but with a small addendum. We will see.
That damn thing. This rage must be bled off. I am throwing flames at the mere mention of it, and it still hasn't been carted out to the dumpster, so it ain't over yet. But in the interest of bleeding this off for the New Year, this has to be written. Plus, I am doing a service to the visually challenged everywhere.
Now, there is a warranty phone number that I called two weeks ago, and I went thru the trouble shooting before, and on line, and there still is hope that my sister will get her money back. But, ONLY IF SHE OBEYS ME. And yes, WALMART is involved.
First things first. Get your visually challenged and elderly the kind of microwaves with the dials if they ask. Do not assume you know anything about the challenged ones needs or ways. And, those specialty buttons, well they are nice if you already know how to use them. I guess, and if you have children or distracted people who eat popcorn. BUT we visually challenged need the dials.
Don't assume we don't know what to do with a microwave. I have the original book written on the microwave by the first researcher. I don't have fears about microwaves or heart pace maker. But, I know not to discuss the microwave with people who have issues. JUST DROP IT.
I am hoping to be able to DROP IT soon, but right now I am revving up in true Tantric Style. (Just like I did with all those cheap phones that came out 30 years ago when people abandoned the old A T & T phones. On those, I went to the top of the sand dune and wound it up on its coiled cord and my neighbors sighted me and went out and did the same thing. It was glorious. You circle them overhead and then you whack them against a hard object and fall in the sand. DO NOT TAKE DOWN THE SAND FENCE! Frequently, these types of events are followed by gentle care-taking of environmental features and everyone chips in if they have been a part of it. Those coiled cords were good for emergency leashes and toys for dogs, too!)
That damn microwave. Now, there is nothing wrong with a microwave, but my poor grandmother was made to feel stupid for about a second when she blew three in a row. Then grandfather read the instructions and one found a permanent home in the kitchen 'for others to use.' I am sure there were many of these 'happenings.' I just tried to melt one of those foil-wrapped butter pats in the office microwave, and it kept staying frozen. And at Thanksgiving Aunt Myrtle had one propped up, and it had been praised by her husband as fast, so he went off hunting, and we put the green beans in a deep stainless steel bowl and kept checking. We had mucho to do. We thought we were saving space for another burner on the stove, people were coming and going, and with each new entry of adult female we were deciding who could mimic a newborn baby's cry the best. Of course, it was Aunt Myrtle. Thank god the great granddaddy couldn't hear well and was on the stoop snagging grandchildren who wanted to look at his bespoke Cadillac.
BACK TO THE EFFING ONE: I didn't want it. I had a small one with the dials. I told her I had been thru it while taking care of my dying friend and he was cranky and I was cranky and apologizing. I couldn't read them, couldn't see the lights. And they were a PTSD issue for me.
Imagine when I got to my new digs and there was the EFFING ONE taking up the whole counter. I deflated, felt truly hopeless. It was just like the wasted time at the local hospital when the emergency room didn't listen, and the x-ray blanket was thrown across my chest, just where I had told the resident I was hurt. The technician said she would check with the person, and yet she came back and proceeded and everything to do with that hospital became hopeless. And many others have verified it since. Always saying "Don't quote me on this as I will deny it!" My first time hearing that expression, but it kept coming back at me from individuals who are not allowed to speak ill of their institution without a suit being filed. Anyway, total loss of hope is real and it is a killer and roams the hallways of a certain hospital, and can happen other places, especially with those trying to be helpful, even, like my sister.
I used the foam tray that held the glass insert as a tray and it is still around somewhere. My nephew took the box away and put it in the dumpster after a week, and this was as the result of a family pow-wow, because I still had access to the old apartment, although I was growing weak, and still they didn't trust me. Further, even my hale and helpful nephew told his daughter that I didn't appreciate anything. This statement by him to my 4 year old niece was and is the main thing I told my sister that would rebound on me forever and it will. So, remember as we wind down here, that the Effing one, and the cabinet which was painted instead of just being cleaned, were responsible for me having lost all contact with anyone I even had hope of enjoying in my years of dotage.
So, it is the Christmas Season and many issues come up and my sister works, and many other really serious things happen to those around her, and she is four hours away, and has no time to to get Wal-mart to print out the receipt, even though she has found the transaction on her charge card, and the sixty-day warrantee is up in one day. "Oh," she says, "I know the Wal-Mart regional manager." "Oh, I tell her, so you want to get some poor functionary fired here and there. This can not be handled without the paper work and the appliance, and they won't print it out at her Wal-Mart, and they will call out the SWAT team on me at mine at this point. So, I tell her, LET'S FLUSH THIS WHOLE SORDID THING.
Well, there still is the fact that the man at the warranty number wrote down and gave a case number to this issue. It is the weekend, and Monday is New Year's Even, and my sister has a wedding Saturday, and who knows what's on for New Year's, and then she is coming up here ....Jeese...If only I had that receipt copy so then 'the warranty process could proceed." I understand why they don't even go beyond that on the phone and keep on repeating the phrase, because it is absolutely necessary to have that stuff for the functionary on the phone to fill-in the blanks on the form. And, granted, most people don't have these exigent circumstances, so we can't say it is a total plot, but it is an issue when one is trying to help the handicapped, and you live in another city.
So, the issue is, at this point, AM I GOING TO RESTRAIN MYSELF and not mention it until after New Years? Will a receipt and a case number be of any avail at the phone warranty number for that brand? I am a warrior. Many have told me such. Am I going to give up on my nature? My professor 30 years ago said I was a warrior, a Kasitrya, a miss-spelled word from the Mahabarrata, an Indian Masterpiece and Cultural Reference on all things involving action and inaction. Also, a Buddist Monk in D.C. said the same thing to me, when I said after a demonstration meditation when I had forgotten everything and had asked what did it mean when during the whole meditation I was in a handball court and hitting balls coming off the walls. He said I was a warrior. I think I must be. I think I can not fight my nature. I think this adventure will continue but with a small addendum. We will see.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Blue on Blue
Yes, blue on blue is a reality, and also has been a hampering thing to me, while also being a blessing. (I am just going with whatever words first pop up as the energy to search what word I want will send me off on a wild goose chase. Example, that phrase 'wild goose chase' being a saying, bromide, etc., must have a real basis in fact, and therefore, will have a YouTube video... Pause while I go check this out.... 45 minutes and scenarios and phone calls and a real goose chase to find the slip of paper that told me how to get into my new gift watch, which I now can not get out of....
Anyway, I found, and watched in its entirety this spectacular video, pure signal, no noise, tribut to choreographers, and I see Moiseyev (will correct spelling later)...I have to study it at a more restful time, but here is a link to the song "Wild Goose Chase" and as Daddy always said, and it certainly resonates with me, in times of trouble, confusion, etc., 'sing a little song." HERE IT IS UNLESS I FORGET, The Link::::::::::::
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2ci9YkPuAw.
Anyway, I found, and watched in its entirety this spectacular video, pure signal, no noise, tribut to choreographers, and I see Moiseyev (will correct spelling later)...I have to study it at a more restful time, but here is a link to the song "Wild Goose Chase" and as Daddy always said, and it certainly resonates with me, in times of trouble, confusion, etc., 'sing a little song." HERE IT IS UNLESS I FORGET, The Link::::::::::::
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2ci9YkPuAw.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Dancing
No, I am not dancing. I am watching folk dance on youtube. Tonight I am especially overwhelmed with organizing to move into a new apartment, watching the presidential debate, and seeing a dance video from the Bashkir State Assembly Folk Dance troupe.
When first I had computer, two years ago, I went to see horses, accordion, and dance. I found Igor Moiseyev, the folk dance choreographer, and was astounded. Basically I became somewhat familiar with the Black Sea. Then I became familiar with the Caspian Sea, and finally realized where the Baltic Sea is. Accordion and dance and horses. But when tonight somehow I found a dance video from a place called Bashkir and looked up something about Bashkiristan (I know that is wrong spelling) it mentioned that the Bashkirs were on the east side of Ural Mountains. I thought I had a general idea where these mountains were. I didn't. To see that mountain range going from the Arctic Circle down to Kazakstan , was overwhelming to me.
When first I had computer, two years ago, I went to see horses, accordion, and dance. I found Igor Moiseyev, the folk dance choreographer, and was astounded. Basically I became somewhat familiar with the Black Sea. Then I became familiar with the Caspian Sea, and finally realized where the Baltic Sea is. Accordion and dance and horses. But when tonight somehow I found a dance video from a place called Bashkir and looked up something about Bashkiristan (I know that is wrong spelling) it mentioned that the Bashkirs were on the east side of Ural Mountains. I thought I had a general idea where these mountains were. I didn't. To see that mountain range going from the Arctic Circle down to Kazakstan , was overwhelming to me.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Some Healing Things
Some healing things, second try, back to front:
This Man and his Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7DRCSiVJYw
This knitter and this object: http://vagabondnyc.blogspot.com/2012/03/vnyc-loves-nanna-van-blaaderen.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+VagabondNyc+%28VagaBond+Nyc%29
This pistol grip: http://www.absolutefencinggear.com/shopping/product_info.php/products_id/184/cPath/24?osCsid=t2fpm02362d22mtsb0o8qrkkv4
A skateboard sticker in my colors and avatar: http://www.retroskatestickers.com/gal/powellperalta/powelldragon.html
This Man and his Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7DRCSiVJYw
This knitter and this object: http://vagabondnyc.blogspot.com/2012/03/vnyc-loves-nanna-van-blaaderen.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+VagabondNyc+%28VagaBond+Nyc%29
This pistol grip: http://www.absolutefencinggear.com/shopping/product_info.php/products_id/184/cPath/24?osCsid=t2fpm02362d22mtsb0o8qrkkv4
A skateboard sticker in my colors and avatar: http://www.retroskatestickers.com/gal/powellperalta/powelldragon.html
Thursday, April 12, 2012
La Vie en Rose
Here is the background music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ32WWXHyjg&feature=related
I left the house the last two days after watching the video of Edith Piaf singing this, and felt the music held me together, somehow.
Today I found the above link with the lyrics. Well, just a few minutes ago, actually. And I think about practicing the song, learning the French, and absorbing a way to carry myself amidst all the the local stuff, my situation, and now that I have begun to break down, become a loose cannon in heavy seas, and need to start singing a theme song.
I never heard daddy sing this. Maybe my voice can do it, or at least an internal hum.
Oh, and here is the video where you see Edith actually sing it.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0g4NiHef4Ks
I will publish this for those who need a thread to follow and hang onto for a few minutes. Swing thru the yardarms, catch daddy's little finger. and he would toss you up in the air and have one child on his shoulders, and a third in the crook of his left arm. Three ages, three locations, all juggled thru heavy seas.
I'm back, trying to figure out where I have been these last two months. Must move backwards. No other way. I went to Agricultural Extention Center today, which would have been, Thursday, perennials, and indeed it was. But, they start at 9 a.m., and I had no intention of joining up with Master Gardeners, but, I walked thru the trees and shrubs that were Marcia's domain. And how amazing. So much accomplished, especially last year, her choice what to order and to place. And I didn't get to see her motor her electric wheel chair thru this year, as I searched to be with the buds of the fruits. No, I was otherwise occupied. But, the trees and the tree cover, totally open for occupation, all picked up, and I see what is a year old, what is two years old. What we put the signs on last year, following her map, and this year all is perfection, needing nothing but walking, and seeing, the only tribute she would want. I found out about her sudden death yesterday, Wednesday, annuals. La Vie En Rose. I was priviledged
the two times we went out together last year. I was so joyous. A Girl of the Limberlost. A dream come true. Thank you Marcia Anne Stefani. The music is great. The canopy is fine, the shelter is all it should be. Thank you. Thank you, Marcia. And there was a cool breeze, too. And I saw the special plant up front. I will write the name down, next time. I will practice with my special pencil. Thank you, Marcia.
I left the house the last two days after watching the video of Edith Piaf singing this, and felt the music held me together, somehow.
Today I found the above link with the lyrics. Well, just a few minutes ago, actually. And I think about practicing the song, learning the French, and absorbing a way to carry myself amidst all the the local stuff, my situation, and now that I have begun to break down, become a loose cannon in heavy seas, and need to start singing a theme song.
I never heard daddy sing this. Maybe my voice can do it, or at least an internal hum.
Oh, and here is the video where you see Edith actually sing it.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0g4NiHef4Ks
I will publish this for those who need a thread to follow and hang onto for a few minutes. Swing thru the yardarms, catch daddy's little finger. and he would toss you up in the air and have one child on his shoulders, and a third in the crook of his left arm. Three ages, three locations, all juggled thru heavy seas.
I'm back, trying to figure out where I have been these last two months. Must move backwards. No other way. I went to Agricultural Extention Center today, which would have been, Thursday, perennials, and indeed it was. But, they start at 9 a.m., and I had no intention of joining up with Master Gardeners, but, I walked thru the trees and shrubs that were Marcia's domain. And how amazing. So much accomplished, especially last year, her choice what to order and to place. And I didn't get to see her motor her electric wheel chair thru this year, as I searched to be with the buds of the fruits. No, I was otherwise occupied. But, the trees and the tree cover, totally open for occupation, all picked up, and I see what is a year old, what is two years old. What we put the signs on last year, following her map, and this year all is perfection, needing nothing but walking, and seeing, the only tribute she would want. I found out about her sudden death yesterday, Wednesday, annuals. La Vie En Rose. I was priviledged
the two times we went out together last year. I was so joyous. A Girl of the Limberlost. A dream come true. Thank you Marcia Anne Stefani. The music is great. The canopy is fine, the shelter is all it should be. Thank you. Thank you, Marcia. And there was a cool breeze, too. And I saw the special plant up front. I will write the name down, next time. I will practice with my special pencil. Thank you, Marcia.
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