Happy birthday, Casey…(and a week-end wrap-up)

My old man is getting to be such an old man, but he’s still nearly 2 years younger than me.  Counting the days until retirement, Casey turns 61 today.  We had a little celebration yesterday with the Jrs…

I must gush about what a great man he is, how much I love him, how much the kids and grandkids adore him, and how lucky he is that I found him…   This is the 38th of his birthdays that we have been together and I appreciate him to infinity and beyond.   Looking forward to many, many more years of celebrating with him.

We just worked and worked, all four days of the week-end.  Remember the curtains, table & chairs project?  It’s about 75% finished.   I didn’t have the proper needle and thread to finish the backs of the chairs, but I’ve held them i place until I can pick up the supplies.  I’ll need yet another yard of fabric for the curtains, so I’m headed back out to get those today.  I’m still proud of what we did accomplish…



Sunday’s birthday celebration also included some Christmas tree decorating with Olivia in charge of the “Ornament Department”…

So now the countdown begins…  We’re going to Nashville, TN on Saturday with the Jrs. for “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” at the Opry House.  I fly to NYC on the 10th for the Rockettes and a whole slew of other festivities.  I’ve taken on a little accompanying job and will be practicing every Wednesday with the choir at Central UMC for their Christmas program on the 20th.  The Jose’ family is going to try to visit the week after Christmas.

Let the countdown begin…


Happy Day of Thanks

It’s just the two of us today.  It has been for several years now.  We’ve often planned little day-trips, but today we’re going to work around the house.  I’m getting ready to frost the cinnamon rolls and put a roast beast in the crockpot.

I’m so thankful for the ties that bind, the Love that is flowing between all of us, sustaining and inspiring us.  Despite the distance that is measured in miles or minutes, that Love transcends time and makes us as One.  Sure, I wish we were able to be physically together, but I Know that being With family is not always as pleasant as thinking of them fondly…

May Peace and Plenty be yours, today and Always…


Weekly Wrap-up…on an otherwise Mundane Monday…

I’ve had the song, “We need a little Christmas” buzzing through my head for a week now, so I initially decided to haul out the holly over the week-end and start the festivities.   As I assessed the house, mentally dressing the mantels and moving furniture to make way for trees, I managed to come up with a big-idea for the room I call the kitchen annex:  make new curtains and re-cover the chairs.  So the sewing machine is back out and I’ve cut 12 panels for the curtains.  I need 2 more yards of material for the chairs, I think, and that will be our lovely Thanksgiving celebration.

While out buying fabric, I stopped by a local used book store.  Amongst the books were some “Sheet Music” magazines and as I glanced through them (I subscribed in the 80’s and 90’s and have a boxful up in the attic), I came across one with the lovely air “Danny Boy”—and with Andy Williams’ picture above it, as this is the arrangement he used…allegedly… so I snatched it up for a dollar…



Since then, I’ve been channeling my inner great-Grandmother Mayne.  Danny Boy was her favorite, one she played often for me.  I can still see her 80-year-old hands moving across the keyboard and remember that she often cried when she played it.   I always think of her when I hear it , and along with the memory is this story:

Grandmother was 96 or 98 when she died, depending on what birth year you believe, and our family had gathered in the tiny little town of Albion, IL for the funeral.  My Great-Aunt Bernie, Grandmother’s older daughter, was sitting with her husband in front of us when the organist began to play, at the family’s request, “Danny Boy”.  Aunt Bernie had a rough, smoker’s voice that carried well across any room, even at a whisper.  But Auntie wasn’t very good at whispering, so when she turned to Uncle Harry and said, “Mother would roll over in her grave if she could hear the way that woman is butchering this song”,  we all heard it (probably not the organist, though).  Being the kind of people that giggle when we’re nervous, my Dad, sister, and I started laughing, uncontrollably.  Stifling our chortling only brought tears to our eyes and shook the folding chairs we were sitting on.  For the rest of the service, all we had to do was look at each other and make banjo-eyes, and the others would crack up again.  Ya gotta love a good funeral.

Still avoiding the news, and thankful that I divided my FB “friends” into categories that allow me to stay away from the haters, I’m going to start the stitching today.  Weirdly, the material I chose is also a Grandmother-throwback:  I remember some dining chairs at her house that were covered with a similar pattern. I’ll get the before and afters and I’m sure you’ll be impressed…which is what I live for, of course.



Throw Back Thursday…

I couldn’t find a post from the exact date, but this one is sweet, from 2010. Hope your Thursday is filled with lovely memories…

The News from Sonnystone Acres

A little Help from our friends…

grandpa had a lot of help from olivia as he was blowing the leaves down to the street in front of michael’s house.  after some work, we all had lunch at the brewery (great pesto melt) and went our separate ways.  only 12 days till we’re together again, giving thanks.

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It started off well, didn’t it?  Mundane on Monday, Tuesday we got topical, Wednesday was whimsical, and on Thursday we remembered some good times past…

Friday, the 13th of November, 2015 it all went to hell.  It’s such a shame that we seem to only come together after such tragedies, and then only for a short time.  Please, please, please…don’t hate.  Keep your heart full of compassion for the victims—and we are all victims.  Don’t let the un-mainstream media fool you into thinking they’re giving you the true story.  The true story is that people are hurting everywhere and we must lift them up in love or we will be brought down by hate.  I’m a little surprised to quote the Dixie Chicks, but it’s a great song, written by Gary Nicholson and Timothy Page O’Brien:

Just look out around us
People fightin’ their wars
They think they’ll be happy
When they’ve settled their scores
Let’s lay down our weapons
That hold us apart
Be still for just a minute
Try to open our hearts

More love, I can hear our hearts cryin’
More love, I know that’s all we need
More love, to flow in between us
To take us and hold us and lift us above
If there’s ever an answer
It’s more love

paris attacks

On Sunday, Lana, Vicki, and I headed over to University of Evansville’s Shanklin Theatre to watch the musical, “Big Fish”.  It was just the touch of light-hearted that I needed (though it was a little too sappy for Lana and Vicki).  Since the last musical we saw there was “Sweeney Todd”, I think it was my turn for happy-heart-warming-with-just-a-touch-of-tears.   Nicely done, as usual.

Just in case you don’t remember the above-mentioned song…listen up.  LOVE

Throwback Thursday…

This post was originally published on November 12, 2012…

8 Belles 

it was the 2008 kentucky derby, the 134th time the race had been run.  eight belles was the 39th filly to qualify for that race, having proved that she could run with the big boys at oaklawn earlier that spring,  when she set a record, beating their butts by 13 1/2 lengths in the martha washington stakes.  she came in second in that 134th derby, running her life out chasing big bertha.  as 8B was slowing down, she suddenly collapsed and fell in a scene that, in real time, was probably the most heart-wrenching i’ve ever experienced…the vet was immediately present and determined that she had fractured both front ankles in trauma too profound to even move her from the track;  she was immediately euthanized..

just writing this now makes me tearful, and as i watched that day i wailed and cried and shook my fist at the injustice…i still believe that the jockey contributed to her demise because he kept pushing her, even though it was obvious she wasn’t going to catch up with “big butt” as i call him, yet she was far ahead of the rest of the field…  her trainer/owners said it was her tendency to trip on her own feet… thoroughbreds are, of a necessity, inbred and this has contributed to the weak ankles that run through the line.

anyway, we visited the kentucky derby museum yesterday and  paid  homage…

check out the halo

we had a great time visiting the museum and churchill downs yesterday…so great that i didn’t get any blogging done, so i’ll entertain you with another post later on:  more museum, but mostly horses, jockeys, and races…

Topical Tuesday

It’s been a while since I watched TV news.  Okay, I’ve caught a glimpse of the evening news when we’re waiting for local weather reports, but I do not watch ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC, CNN, or Fox.   If there is Real Breaking news and I simply must watch, I stick with CNN, but talking heads distract and aggravate me. Still, I’m very up-to-date on happenings because I Read the news from all of the above sources, as well as The Guardian, several news magazines, and Google.

At any rate, Mr. Google knows this.  Mr. Google knows everything about me, finishes my sentences better than my husband can.  It’s amazing, isn’t it?

I personally like directed ads and help Mr. Facebook to not bother me with crap that I won’t buy, but rather inspire me with a pop-up ad pointed to my needs as calculated by my browsing history.  It’s occasionally embarassing:  “Gas-X is just what the doctor ordered” … but it’s appropro.

In the same way, Google News has watched my news-source choices carefully.  They suggest, daily, headlines Just For Me.  It’s so fun to be special.

Let’s see what Mr. G thinks I need to know today, because if I need to know it, so do you…

Top Headline, suggested for me, 11/10/15:

Janis’s Joy Tops Solid Monday Session of Keeneland November Sale…from The Paulick Report

See?  You thought it was gonna be politicians, but it’s another kind of gamble.  The Keeneland November Breeding Stock Sale is where big money passes hands.  You can often buy a thoroughbred after a claiming race at any given track on any given day, but this sale is where the winners are bought and sold.  It’s a 12-day sale, yesterday was the 8th day, and so far Keeneland has sold 1,715 horses for a cumulative $205, 177,000, up 11.3% from last year.  The median price went up $1000 to $52,000.   Janis’s Joye (a 6-years-old stakes-placer) sold for $170,000, a bargain…

Scenics, 2011 Keeneland November Sale

Scenics, 2011 Keeneland November Sale

Headline #2

Target and Macy’s Again Opening at 6pm Thanksgiving Day…from USA Today

Geesh, I feel sorry for the people who work there.  But really, if you don’t follow football, what else is there to do after the parade and the meal?  I would suggest a bar, as they have always opened by 6pm…  I love to shop, though, wielding my coupons like weapons, smugly snapping up bargains like a squirrel at the bird-feeder.  I Do Not like fighting other people for my deals.  I won’t be there…


Headline #3

Steve Martin and Edie Brickell’s “Bright Star” to Play Broadway’s Cort Theatre…viaTheatreMania

Bright Star, a new musical by Steve Martin and Edie Brickell, will open on Broadway at the Cort Theatre on March 24, producer Joey Parnes announced. The production, which is directed by Tony Award winner Walter Bobbie, will begin previews on February 25.

Inspired by Brickell and Martin’s Grammy-winning album, Love Has Come for You, the musical follows a young soldier who is just home from World War II. With the editor of a Southern literary journal, he discovers a secret that changes their lives. The production had its world premiere run at San Diego’s Old Globe Theatre in 2014.

I love Steve Martin, not too sure about Edie Brickell since she battered her short, old-man husband.  Really, These previews tickets would be a great birthday present, hint-hint…


So that’s what Mr. Google suggested this morning:  horse races, shopping, and Broadway plays.  So much better than the stories fed to the herd, don’t you think?  Not even a mention of a debate, heh-heh-heh…

Peace Out.