Another Birthday Day…

It was on this day in 1928 that Mickey Mouse was born when the first sound-synchronized cartoon to attract widespread public notice, Walt Disney’s “Steamboat Willie,” premiered in New York at the Colony Theater. The black and white cartoon featured Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, and Pegleg Pete and lasted seven minutes. With Walt Disney as the voice of Mickey, the cartoon met with great success. … from Garrison Keillor’s Writers Almanac…

I grew up watching The Wonderful World Of Disney (started in 1954 and ran under various names until 2005!!) every Sunday evening, featuring Walt Disney as our host.  Walt introduced the feature film each week and there was always a lesson in there somewhere.  There was Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, and a lot of real-life animal shows, and sometimes some “Silly Symphonies”, but Mickey cartoons were not the main feature.

The Mickey Mouse Club, with Annette and the gang, ran from 1955 to 1959, with reruns shown every day right after American Bandstand…I was there.  Mickey always hosted, of course, and often one of the Mousketeers would go to the Vault (Meeska, mooska, mousketeer…mouse cartoon time now is here) and we’d be treated to a Mickey cartoon.  Still, the members of the Club were the stars, and though I wore my mouska-ears, it was Karen and Cubby that I came to see.

(To be honest, Mickey and his friends Minnie, Donald, and Goofy, Pluto and all the rest, were not my favorites.  In the 60s I was an avid fan of “The Bugs Bunny Show”, loving on Bugs, Daffy, Wile E. Coyote, and my particular favorite, Pepe LePew. )

Walt Disney World in Florida opened in 1971, but our family didn’t make it down there until 1984, and that’s when I Really fell in love with Mickey.  The Disney Channel debuted as a premium cable channel in 1983, and now Minnie, Mickey and the gang are good friends with my grandchildren.  Our family has been to WDW over a dozen times and we’ll be back in March, 2019.  For us, the Magic is Real…Every Time.

It has always been the Man himself, Walt Disney, who is my Hero.  What a legacy this guy has, and what an inspiration to us all.   Yet he gives all the credit to Mickey Mouse, so I will, too.

Happy Birthday, Mickey Mouse!  See ya real soon!

Peace

 

 

 

 

The latest News …

My boy-child had a birthday on Monday, so he had to endure the perfunctory re-telling of his Birth from the point of view of the loins from which he sprung…  He loves it.  We met up for breakfast, then we took the girls with us to plan and execute a !Surprise! party for their Daddy.

With little effort, the days have calmed into peace. My restlessness has been replaced by restfulness. There is no list, but plenty of work gets done..  The songbirds are begging to be watched and that burly squirrel that’s been stealing my tomatoes stares me down as he walks the fence like a tightrope.  The double shepherd’s hook carries matching red feeders that have  attracted hordes of whirring hummingbirds that kamikaze in and out of the nearby magnolia.  We floated around the pool on a couple of the hottest days, snoozing in the sweltering humidity.

Then the rains came!  This was our first opportunity to sit out on the new porch and watch a storm.  From the center, you can see the tree limbs, heavy with rain, swirling and bending to the will of the winds within the wind…  The steady rains that followed the storm have made lakes in the yard and driven the deer to the higher ground…

 

Today the temperatures have plummeted to upper 60’s!!. It’s so chilly that I feel like making chili..! and it’s Perfect weather for curling up in a comfy chair and diving into a book.  Recently I picked up a couple of books that I’ve been “reading” for the last couple of months and finished them.  Now I’m going through my to-be-read list and getting back into the groove, escaping this world with characters created by the likes of Neil Gaiman and Alexander McCall Smith.

And that’s the news around here, folks, that Peace has invaded the Acres like kudzu and I’m just holding still, breathing it all in and breathing out a fog of gratitude.

Peace

 

You say it’s your birthday?

It’s my birthday, too!  We’re gonna have a good time…well, at my advanced age I should have been more suspicious of the spiced rum that was marked down to $6.89…should have kept to the original purpose of buying some bacardi because it rhymes with party and not decided to knock back  Monkey brand.  But I am cheap and adventurous, so I had to sleep it off until 10:30 this morning.   So begins Birthday Week!

This year’s top present —  ta-da !!

Yes, folks, it’s a Coleman Roadtrip XLE portable grill!  And it’s red !!   Just what I wanted.

For this most auspicious occasion, I will share with you a poem, as I am wont to do on this annual celebration.  After an evening spent reading through my poetry collection (Dewey Decimal category 821),  I selected this from “The Shadow of Sirius”.

Still Morning

by W.S. Merwin

It appears now that there is only one

age and it knows

nothing of age as the flying birds know

nothing of the air they are flying through

or of the day that bears them up

through themselves

and I am a child before there are words

arms are holding me up in a shadow

voices murmur in a shadow

as I watch one patch of sunlight moving

across the green carpet

in a building

gone long ago and all the voices

silent and each word they said in that time

silent now

while I go on seeing that patch of sunlight

Secondary to the above-mentioned hangover, I will save my philosophizing for another day, when I have time to share all my wisdom and wit.  I’ve got to pick up Samantha and get my playing started.   Thanks for your well-wishes!

Peace

 

It happens every year…

It’s Husband’s birthday today–63 years old.  I have done so much gushing about him on this blog that you already know that I am rather fond of him.

Happy Birthday, Michael Ray Casey!  And Many More!

To my Dear and Loving Husband

A Poem by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Peace

(I am on my way to the chiropractor…is it my back or my hip?  We will soon know.  Way to celebrate, huh?)

 

See ya next time, Summer..!

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!

Peace

 

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When I’m 64…the Birthday Message

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…

 

Antilamentation
by Dorianne Laux

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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…

Lucky
by Kirsten Dierking

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All this time,
the life you were
supposed to live
has been rising around you
like the walls of a house
designed with warm
harmonious lines.

As if you had actually
planned it that way.

As if you had
stacked up bricks
at random,
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…

Peace

Ghosts of Birthdays Past–2005

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

opening act

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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

saturday night at the opry

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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.