Old News, hardly a scoop…

I didn’t give enough space to our local birthday party, celebrating Samantha’s 7th and my 69th birthdays. Here’s a little montage of that day, February 19th…

I have now officially ridden Every Ride in the Walt Disney World parks, knocking out my last two at Animal Kingdom. I had put off the Rite of Passage ride when I was having some back problems several years ago and I wish I’d ridden earlier! It is now my Favorite Ride! We were pretty chill after our early mornings and spent a lot of time hanging out at pool bars (and pools) around the resort. I marked off “visit Nomad Lounge” from my must-do list, too. We had perfect weather…

Spring greeted us when we arrived back here at Sonnystone, and it was so beautiful last week that we were outside cleaning up and planning this year’s gardens. It’s time to start seeds inside, we plant our peas and potatoes on St. Patrick’s Day and I am impatient, as usual. I hope to start a Gardening Series on Thursdays and keep you up to date on how the garden is growing.

I used the nice weather as an excuse to procrastinate finishing up my Ancestry to 1945. I’m really going to get it written this week, I tell myself. I’m very ready to wind up that blog and spend more time here at the Acres providing you with plenty of Blather and Balderdash.


Let the Wild Rumpus begin!

Birthday Week started off Grandly yesterday with Miss Samantha and me making Wishes as we blew out our Encanto candles.

Today we’re cruising through Georgia — even Atlanta — on our way to celebrate with Mickey and the gang.

It’s been 2 years since my last Birthday trip to WDW and so much has changed and then changed again.

One thing is certain: we’re gonna have a Good Time! I will be reporting in all week, so stay tuned.


Weekly Wrap-up

I would say that this has been the Best Birthday Week Ever, but I’ve had some pretty good Birthday Weeks so I’ll simply say that I’ve had Another Best Birthday Week.  Starting on the 23rd  with the Monorail Crawl (going from the Polynesian to the Grand Floridian to the Contemporary stopping for Rum Drinks and Birthday wishes), and ending up on  the evening of the 28th riding the Rise of the Resistance in Galaxy’s Edge, it has been charmed.

Oh, the weather was cold and windy, but we Laugh in the face of Weather.

While we were in central Florida we visited Aunt Shirley in Melbourne, staying the night with Cousin Kim.  I want to visit them every month or so now, though their weather was no better.

I was thinking about all the different Jos I’ve been–a different person every year celebrating Birthdays 1-67.  Not all of mySelves were Great, but each one brought its own gift.   You couldn’t pay me to be 20 again…but 40 was nice…  Oh, well, she’s in here somewhere..

We cruised on home yesterday, already thinking about going back.  I haven’t gone through all of the pictures of the trip yet, so I’ll do a Travelogue-type post later this week.


Happy Birthday, sweet Samantha

This little gal has brought us So Much Joy in the past 5 years.

We spent Tuesday and Wednesday together, riding our magic carpets, searching for treasures with our maps, wearing our crowns, laughing and singing.

We had a little pre-b-day party at McDonald’s (she picked her favorite) on Wednesday.

Being a Grandparent is the Best part of Aging…

  Love that I feel for them is like no other Love.  So Grateful for all Four of my Grand-daughters.



Old Man’s Birthday

It’s been 65 years since the world was gifted this most honorable Guy…

Happy Birthday, Love-of-My-Life!

May you live a Long Life Full of gladness and health,

with a pocket full of gold as the least of your wealth.

May the dreams you hold dearest, Be those which come true,

The kindness you spread, Keep returning to you.




Ghosts of birthdays Past — 1974

It’s the stuff of legend…in my mind, anyway.

Don’t even ask me how I got there, or why, but on the eve of my 21st birthday I was living in San Jose, California with Dee and Dennis Costello, their daughter, Cindee, and my boyfriend.  Dennis was a drummer and and he had a gig that night over at a bar over somewhere.  The whole gang was there and the music was fine.  We closed the bar down at 3am, packed everything into the cars, and came back to Dee’s,  to wind down.  I was pulling some of the gear out of the car when I spotted a little flyer…almost missed it..  Grateful Dead were playing a 3-day show at Winterland up in San Francisco.

I was an avowed Dead Head, memorized all their records, playing all instruments…  I’d received the album Europe ’72 for my 20th birthday, so this was obviously a sign that I needed to see them Live for my 21st birthday…

Denny’s band was a kind of R&B horn-laced jazz fusion…Miles Davis was a friend, Billy Cobham was his idol and Tower of Power was a staple on the record player.  The guys were definitely Not dead heads, but they thought I was kind of country-cute in my blue suede boots and hip-hugger bell-bottoms, so they chipped in and gifted me enough money for tickets and some grub, Happy Birthday…!

One of the guys in the band drove us most of the way to SF (about 60 miles north) and we hitch-hiked the rest.  They were, inevitably, sold out.  But they had tickets for the next day!  We bought them, figuring we’d head home (get some sleep!!) and come back the next evening.

It was already a circus around Winterland that afternoon and we hung around until dusk before starting down to the freeway ramp to hitch a ride.  The couple that stopped to pick us up were headed to Berkeley for a party…we chatted…it just so happened that it was the woman’s birthday, too, her 29th!   We immediately bonded, what with the whole Pisces thing and all.  When she heard my story, that we had tickets for the next night’s concert, she insisted that we come with them to the party and spend the night at their apartment.

These people were obviously rich, well-dressed, educated…I was feeling pretty much like a dirty little hippie, but they acted as if we were just like them.  I choked down some Irish coffee at one of their friends’ house that had a wall that revolved…I’m not kidding, it was fabulous.  The place where the party was happening had 3 floors, belly dancers, hookahs, palm-readers, hippies and freaks…  The cover of the Doors Strange Days album?  Kind of like that…only with a smattering of academia types…

We crashed back with the couple whose name I don’t remember; the next morning they fixed us breakfast and sent us on our way…  I am so grateful for all the humans, like them, who helped me get down the road.

Anyway, we spent a beautiful day wandering around Golden Gate Park, strolling and lolling from one end to the next, stopping and sleeping for a couple of hours in the sun.

When it was time, we headed over to Winterland, where Bill Graham  introduced the Grateful Dead…  I remember dream-like Dancers, melting during  Candyman, psychedelic strobe, smoky apparitions, trippy music that played me…  I don’t know, maybe it was the roses…

!!!  Lo and behold, thanks to the Superlative Family of Dead Heads, that concert is available for our listening pleasure…I’ve been having flashbacks ever since I discovered it….  It lasts 3 hours 42 minutes and I’ve got it going on a loop…  Just in case you’re interested, this is the link (Melissa and Eric)…

Grateful Dead February 24, 1974 Winterland Ballroom

Here’s a couple of pictures from that week-end, courtesy of the archive at Dead.net:



When it was all over, we just kind of sat staring until we realized the cops were dragging out people who were just sitting staring.  They would prop them up against the wall outside the door, though, and we walked by a row of starers, unsure which way to go.  We walked for what seemed like a couple of hours, up and down hills, talking about the concert, singing, wondering if we were lost….  We wound our way back to Winterland and the place was pretty well emptied out.

Just across the street was an overhead camper truck, you know the kind?  As we discussed how to proceed, the guy driving the camper came up and said, hey, you need a ride?  Unbelievable.  His camper was laid, with a great stereo and all the amenities. We talked about the concert, we sang to more Dead, and finally crashed,  parked right there.  The next morning, he drove us back to our place in San Jose.  Don’t remember his name, either, but thanks, Buddy.

Everything was charmed on that birthday.  I enjoyed it while it lasted.  As I look back at all my birthdays, indeed, all 66 of my birthday-years, I shake my head in wonder…

Sometimes the Light’s all shinin’ on me,

Other times I can barely see.

Lately it occurs to me

what a Long Strange Trip it’s been…

It’s somebody else’s 74th birthday today, and I wonder if she ever remembers picking up those hitch-hikers on their way to a Dead concert…


Ghosts of birthdays Past — 2005+2007

The first birthday that I blogged was in 2005, when I visited NYC to experience the Christo and Jeanne-Claude exhibit, The Gates.. The exhibit ran from February 12, 2005 through February 27, 2005.  According to Christo’s web site, all told, 7,503 individual gates were installed.  It was a once-in-a-lifetime…  We had been to see Emmylou Harris and Vince Gill perform on the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville the night before I flew out.  While in New York, I was feted with Magnolia cupcakes and a trip to the Metropolitan Opera…


I have shared that year with you before, but no one read it…  Looking back on the old blog posts from the 2004-2009 Primitive Platform, I cringe.  I apologize for not capitalizing.  The pictures are dark and I can’t zoom on them.  But it’s what we’ve got..

The old Sonnystone chronicled a 2007 birthday party that I had with my sister, her kids, and grandkids and my cousin, her daughter and grand-daughter…

First posted February 23, 2007…

54 and there’s so much more….

— TheBug @ 9:09 pm

it was a rainy, thundery, gloomy day outside, but inside it was warm and fun, even funny, thanks to my wonderful family.  my camera seems to give everybody “devil” eyes, but we’re really more angelic than we look in these pictures.

we finished with a rousing game of “stick the tail on the donkey” and everyone won!

thanks again…i love you all.



That’s the kind of birthday party I’m planning for “our burday” on Saturday with Samantha.  I still have the pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey game!  Ariel and the Little Mermaid is our theme and we have hats for everyone!









Ghosts of birthdays Past — 2012

 I have always thought that the -9’s are the toughest: 39, facing 40; 49, facing 50…etc.  This blog, from my 59th birthday, when I should have been singing the bridge song, I was bummed to the core.  I had just noticed that decades were only lasting about, oh a year, maybe two…

First posted February 23, 2012 


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nothin’ to it, ya know?  add just one (1) and what’s the difference…really?  i’ve been doin’ it for years now…one more and grateful for it…glad to have my health…there’s a little bitta sag goin’ on, but i look goood for my age…lotsa people would want to be in my shape (so they tell me at walmart, driving the little scooters)…wouldn’t change a thing…glad to be so Wise…doesn’t Bother me AT ALL…