We had what will most likely be our last day in the pool yesterday. It was a bright, humid 89 degrees, so we oiled up one more time and floated for a while, savoring the sunshine. It was windy, though, and last night a storm blew in and brought in autumnal temperatures, predicted to last for the next week or so.
It has been another great summertime, full of kids and fresh vegetables. The chiggers outdid themselves this year–I picked up more last week! I did the usual summer-rant, cursing the 100degreeshumidity70percent that is July, but that is what pools are for. So many summertime songs passed through—from summer in the city to summer girls, summer of ’69 to summertime blues; and don’t ever forget Popsicle of Love (it’s summertime, babe)…
Of course, in my day, the day after Labor Day seriously, actually, was the end of summer as we marched back to school, wearing our new back-to-school clothes. So it is that I have been going through all my clothes, trying to find something that I can wear on our upcoming Disney World trip. I have trimmed down, as mentioned, and I’m so thrilled to be back in my old clothes again, but they are Obviously Old and Really Outdated. My shoe situation is sad, too, as my closet is full of worn-out, but comfortable!, shoes. I feel a shopping spree coming on…
We celebrated our son’s 36th birthday on Sunday at Bru Burger. (isn’t my baby darling? that’s his new smile)
There’s plenty of September chores for the garden, but I’m still going through stuff in the house. One more big haul to charity will wrap up that project for the year and I’ll have some room to breathe…and buy new stuff…shiny things!
Who’d a thunk I’d be this old this soon? Ya’ll know it, if you’re anywhere near my age, that inside there’s still the same curious spirit, present ever since I can remember. The body..meh…but it still works, saggier and slower, but still able.
Words cannot express my gratitude for my life, for every day that was and is, and for the Presence that guides me from this Now to the next. So many wonderful people have helped me, so many kind people have seen me through, many of them no longer here, many still out there, still listening. Thanks from the depths of my soul to all, even the folks who stepped over me, turned their backs and walked away. That, too, was for good. Thanks to my kids, and their kids, who cover me with Love even when we’re apart. Thanks for a happy marriage and a husband who is my Best Friend. There’s all the material stuff–beautiful home, travel trailer, enough money to pay the bills, manicures, pedicures, and shopping. I truly appreciate it All…
Here’s the Birthday Poem for this year, by Dorianne Laux…chosen last week…
by Dorianne Laux
Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering
any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.
“Antilamentation” by Dorianne Laux from The Book of Men. © W.W. Norton & Company, 2011. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
I love that one, but this morning’s was appropriate, too…by Kirsten Dierking…
by Kirsten Dierking
All this time,
the life you were
supposed to live
has been rising around you
like the walls of a house
designed with warm
As if you had actually
planned it that way.
As if you had
stacked up bricks
and built by mistake
a lucky star.
“Lucky” by Kirsten Dierking from Northern Oracle. © Spout Press, 2007. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
Yes, 64 is a little like that…No regrets, plus a lucky star…
It’s birthday week! I turn 64 on Thursday, so let’s start the party!
I have had some stellar birthdays, and 2005 was a particularly eventful celebration. These blog posts are from the Original Sonnystone Acres. It was a primitive platform and I was a primitive writer. I did not use caps. I did not use paragraphs. Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know if I even owned the Nikon yet, but I remember I had to upload pictures to Fickr and then transfer them to the post. I had nil choice of themes. I loved blogging from the first, though, and you must admit, I have evolved…
Step into the Way-Back machine…
February 18, 2005
february needed a boost, so i was born…. it is my custom to observe Birthday Week. The Celebration kicks off tomorrow when the husband and i head south to music city tn for what is becoming a birthday tradition: the grand ole opry. during january and february the opry is broadcast at the Ryman Auditorium. as i was glancing at upcoming guests, i saw one of my all-time faves: Emmylou harris. her first album, with “one of these days”, is a well-worn treasure in my life. i had almost forgotten the first time i “met” her live and in person: i was married to a no-good (but charming) rascal and was working a lot at the steakhouse while he babysat young moon. one day in february, Marshall Tucker Band was scheduled to perform in our homeburg. while i was at work, mr. B loaded up moon and went over to the local holiday inn where he boldly proceeded to knock on the door of one of the band members and introduce himself and his daughter. the whole group fell all over her, naturally. i had to work the night they were in evansville, so he got us tickets to their performance in nashville a couple of days later—my Birthday. when we went to nashville we had backstage passes (got to drink their beer and eat their chips). Emmylou was their opening act and we got to meet her! and charlie daniels, tommy & toy. we watched the first part of the show from backstage, so in a way i’ve never “seen” emmylou perform– but i’ll see her tomorrow night, along with vince gill, nasvhille bluegrass band, the whites, etc, etc: at the Grand Ole Opry.
February 20, 2005
who-oo-o-oo-ewh!!! or however you spell it. we got lost going over to the botanical gardens, so we went downtown to eat first. driving down broadway in nashville i was attracted to a really clever neon sign featuring pigs with wings…after parking we walked down to jack’s bbq. the sign on the door said something like “the only thing smoking in jack’s had better be the meat” and upon stepping into the place i was high on the smell of the smoking pork shoulder that permeated the wood floors and ceilings.
i am sorry to report that i did not try all of the sauces, but can testify that the vinegar-based pepper-spiced sauce brought me to tears. we went to the botanical gardens after eating, but i will wait for another post with that story.
we ended up downtown around 6:pm and made our way beer-by-beer through dives such as bluegrass inn, second fiddle, the stage, and finally landed at Robert’s Western World.
Sadly, I don’t remember the name of this band, but they were inspiring. they evoked images of my daddy with their menu of 1960’s to 1980’s country music: merle haggard, ray price, buck owens, johnny paycheck songs; titles like “goin’ down the road feeling bad” “is it cold in here, or is that you?”, “rollin in my sweet baby’s arms”, “the only daddy that’ll walk the line”, and an instrumental of “ghost riders in the sky” that left me convinced that there are fourteenhundredandthirtyfour guitar pickers in nashville that can play better than any other guitar picker anywhere. after an hour and a half of them, the opry was pretty tame, but Emmylou hosted her half-hour and included “get up, john”, one of my favorite bill monroe numbers. it’s a mandolin-dominated song and she couldn’t help but dance, but my picture of her dancing was distorted. she introduced vince gill, he played one song and she came back and sang with him an old gospel song…sweet harmony.
February 23, 2005
i am safely ensconced with my lovely daughter, her handsome husband, and their two precocious kittens. my birthday-day began this a.m. with a walk to and through central park to experience “the gates”:
while you may have seen many pictures, there is not a good way to explain this phenomena. i’ll be going back and work on some sort of adjectives. we walked and walked, had a nice lunch at a place called “nectar”–omelette, for those who are keeping track of menu choices. we went into the metropolitan museum to see a romare bearden exhibit (great, but small), then walked through the whole moden art section and i just loved it. we stopped at several museum shops on the way back to the apt and bought a hat from a street vendor. the temperatures got up to 40 or so; moon’s cheeks froze, but my skin is too dry to freeze. tonight we had a lovely dinner at cafe turino in greenwich village (spinach cheese ravioli for me). we were only blocks from the Village Vanguard, but opted not to wait around for the 11pm show…
walked over to the magnolia bakery for cupcakes….we put a candle in one just for me! i spoke to husband and he’s out taking care of highways…eville’s supposed to get 1-3 inches of snow; around here, they’re predicting 1-2″ in the morning and 2-4″ tomorrow evening. oh, moon gave me a gift of The Little Prince (among other things) and i can’t explain the effect of this little book. i plan to re-read it for deeper messages….so much for the birthday-day, but the week is not over yet. on to the opera!!
I’ll be out of town on Olivia’s birthday, May 9, so we celebrated Tuesday…
We picked O up from school and headed straight to Toys R Us. She knew exactly what she wanted…Shopkins! That’s her Thing…
Right next door is Gattitown, quickly becoming my favorite place to play. The Jrs. met us there… We feasted and played till our cards were emptied and Olivia had earned 200 points. That wasn’t quite enough to get her pick of the junk they offer, but the worker-fella let her have the Yoda Pez anyway.
There is a birthday party at Skate World planned for Saturday and I’m sorry to miss it, but I’d probably break a hip, anyway. I am so proud of her, and she knows it. It will be a busy month for us after my return–she has a piano recital, a dance recital, and school is over the 19th (whaa??)
The grandkids are growing up so fast… We’re just going round and round and round in the circle game (thanks-you, Joni)…
Yes, it’s my birthday, and I’m grateful, and somewhat amazed, that I’m still going strong. There have been some rough patches, but my life has been pretty charmed. I have so much–health, wealth, and wisdom–and I’m stocked up with material goods, as well.
There’s nothing I need, but if you’re looking to show me some love today, would you please consider donating to Eric’s Medical Fund? He’s got 3 more rounds of chemo to go, and then he’ll be able to grow some white blood cells…and hair.
Thank-you to all who have reached out to help my daughter and her family as they have endured this past year. We couldn’t have made it without you. Seriously, we couldn’t have made it without you. You are the greatest friends ever.
Eric’s Medical Fund
A picture is worth a thousand words…
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…