Incredible that this is the 1st day of the 5th month of the 21st century's 15th year. That's right. Count the years on your fingers now, starting with the year 2000! Don't forget the 1900's were really the 20th century? It is the same math that proves I am in the 4th year of my 7th decade and I'm 63. It has nothing to do with the new "common core" math. Speaking of common core math, I have a friend that teaches this stuff in a real North American school classroom. She shared with me one of the math problems and as I recall, it was something like this: You mention a cow, horse and chicken and ask the students how many total legs are present on the three animals. In her accelerated class of gifted children, an answer was projected above the rest. "12 legs," rang out loud and clear and one of the students said, "girl, you be loss yo mind? A chicken ain't got four legs!" The student looked at her challenger and responded with firm accuracy, "Ery box a chicken we get from Popeye's always have four legs in it!" The honest reply resonated with solid approval throughout the classroom as my friend stood there wondering why in the world she was progressively embracing the dumbing down of America after working so hard for her Masters? So you see, regardless of how we count time or register numbers, I also know this first day of every May, for the rest of my life, will find favor in my mind as 3 years earlier on this date, our Navy Seals took out Osama Bin Laden. I had originally thought it was the second of May, but that is when I actually heard the wonderful news on the news. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. I was in Arlington, Texas with my best friend wishing I had some Xanax to minimize a lump in the old tender throat brought on by stress. Some numbers, dates, places, events, and friends we will never forget! May is a very good month with many of those made and still to be made...
Posted late May 1 from my home
Today's post is extensive and very deep for me. It encompasses a broad spectrum of emotional ups and downs in the early winter of my life. It all begins with this September 18 post from my Facebook Quotes of 2013 blog collection. Indulge me if you have the time:
I sit beside my river's slow moving waters as the gates of dawn remain yet arrived. My draw bridge is elevated and darkened this morning as the 24/7 repair work obviously ceased for last night's crews. Highlighted by distant urban lighting, as they sit upon her approaches are what appears to be the pre-historic silhouetted pose of construction cranes. There they sit quietly in the humid darkness waiting for their designed intent to be used by gathering work crews. It is silent here, except for the sounds of man made clutter as I watch and listen. Everything I see and hear is doing what it was designed by man to do. I sit back in my seat and stare at the top of my draw bridge focusing on her highest point. There a red covered light attracts my attention as it blinks in perfect sync as its only purpose is to mark its existence to low flying aircraft. So as the morning light slowly gives the color to our awakening existence, the sounds and sight of God's creations gives purpose for my existence! I was created as were you, as the most perfect of all of His creations to enjoy everything He prepared for us for this purpose, for His pleasure and for us to Worship Him. May this song touch your heart as it touched mine. And as I grow older, I was told just today that life was found in the womb of my youngest daughter. Late April? Early May?
I do not know if it has anything to do with the roots of my beginning or part of my musical conditioning as a youth/teen/adult. I do know that I can sit for hours at this laptop and glimpse the chiernony of David Downs as the violin of Mairead Nesbitt stills my every concern... As the Angelic voices of Chloe Agnew, Lisa Kelly and Lisa Lambe sooth my senses in heavenly refrains, adrenalin stimulates my mesmerized soul punctuated by the phenomenal percussion of Celtic Woman! I simply must "Believe" that someday before my eyes dim and my body is too fragile to move over a measured distance, I will be able to watch them perform and hear all of them for myself in person. They have digitally stimulated my heart like no other for years!!
A quick trip to You Tube and a search for Celtic Woman will introduce you to endless performances by this incredibly gifted and talented collection of musicians and vocalist! One song may simply start with the softness of a violin or flute and progress to the stimulating rhythm of the aptly capable percussionist of this trope. The enthusiasm of choreographed song and dance accompanied by a full orchestra then captures one's attention into a tunnel vision sort of trance. As for me, I am taken to a place only music can take me... Go ahead... Try one... "A Spaceman Came Traveling" with Lisa Lambe or "Nocturne" with Chloe Agnew, if you may. "Follow on" with Lisa Kelly will still you as well. Really want a nice one with all of them? "Sailing!" Feel the connection with the audience! This is why I wish to be at a concert at some distant time and place. I personally would hope that the very people I have mentioned here will perform when I am in attendance. And yes, they have been as close as Shreveport/Bossier City in my recent past! It will happen. To be in the presence of such beauty with those that share my desire for this sort of music would be of heavenly proportions... At least for me.
Posted from my home the afternoon of 10 May
I was sitting at my laptop computer this afternoon, kicked back in my chair with my legs propped up on the edge of my breakfast island. As is the norm, Meggie Mew, my little gray stray, launched into my lap, curled her tail around her front feet, and stared into my eyes. I could read her mind so clearly as she spoke to me. "Listen to me," she boldly projected! Capturing my attention totally, she continued. "This is critically important to me and I want to know the truth!!" Well, I'm taken back at this point, but felt this particular conversation might have some merit. So I acknowledged her control of the situation encouraging her to continue. Then the big question, "Did you ever have a dog you loved as much as you do me??"
I could hear friends from as far as Arkansas and the spans of Texas encourage me to answer carefully before taking sides with her and answering her demand with the question, "Well?" Of course I had my allies as well when a close friend from Monroe encouraged me to lie with plausible deniability... That sweet face... And she was serious! As I reached out to pet her head, she pulled back as if to say, "I am not into that right now, I would like for you to answer my question." And so I tried my best at doing just that.
You see, I knew she was serious. I could tell it in those beautiful green eyes. I asked her, "Meggie, do you know of or ever remember me talking to anyone about a dog named Thumper or Fab?" "How about Sugar, Trooper or Missy?" She just looked at me in silence, waiting. So, I continued... "Okay then, let me ask you this question. Have you ever heard me talk about Libby Lu Big Dog?" I prodded as I shook my head from side to side subliminally telling her, "No you haven't!" I could tell from the look on her face she was beginning to follow my lead. I distantly detected a slight resolve on her part, maybe?? I tested my feeling by reaching out and sure enough, she let me pull her a little closer as I gently scruffed her neck and said this, "Meggie Mew, it doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, Really?" She jumped off my lap, went to the door and meowed. I stood up and walked over to the French door to let her out go outside for a little while. Then I told her in a very nice tone, "Sweetheart, you need to quit talking to that dog momma has locked up in the washroom. He is a sick puppy and tells lies!" Last time we had a conversation like this, she brought me a mouse when she returned to the house. I love this little feline. Sure hope she never asks me about Charco and Scrunch. She has pretty much helped me get over those two. Whoda thunk it! I have a weakness for that stuff...
Posted from my home May 11, Mother's Day...
I guess I should have cautioned my Southern acquaintances of the consequences you might encounter if you allow yourself to become befriended by any true Conservative whose entire life was formed, founded, and forged in the Northeastern parts of our Continental United States. I know that was a long sentence, but I settled on it after changing it three times. Anyway, I fell victim to one of these "marveled" individuals, by chance, through a popular social networking enterprise most of us are commonly addicted to. From this casual beginning, periodic interactions with each other through mutual friends over several weeks, made me realize that despite our geographical differences and to my surprise, I pleasantly embraced her views of conservatism despite her Roman Catholic indoctrination and my Southern Baptist Heritage. Besides, it didn't take too terribly long for me to realize that she was smarter than I was despite the fact we were educated in State Institutions, worlds apart. Never one time as we jumped into the polarizing worlds of religion and politics were her views left hanging for me to choose from or else. We simply found ourselves in perfect orbit around our core beliefs. She was able to introduce me, quite by accident, to someone named Andrew Klavan, pronounced Clay-vin, and this is where you might yield to my caution as this discovery has consumed a bit of my time. Hey! If you have stayed with me this far, then go to YouTube.com and in the search line, type in that name. Andrew Klavan. Several of his simply understood vocal editorials will appear... Sucked me right in... Try it for yourself? Oh yeah. Suzanne? It is good to be your friend. And feel free to reach out and touch anyone you find grazing around my wall. They are good people!
Posted 22 May from my late evening home