A Day In The Life

Super Bowl
January 30, 2008, 1:41 pm
Filed under: Odds and Ends



No More Lamp Tipping
January 29, 2008, 8:36 pm
Filed under: Jasper, Odds and Ends

Remember my search for the perfect lamp shades? No? A quick recap. I had to purchase new table lamps. I splurged on two lamps with hammered copper bases. The lamps came with shades and the shades were too long. I had to tip the lamps to their sides in order to turn the lamps on or off when I was seated on my sofa. I didn’t want to return the lamps, but I couldn’t find shorter shades that looked attractive with the copper bases.

I finally found new shades!


One lamps sits on my entertainment center. The other lamp is on the end table by my sofa.


Wait a minute….what are those glowing orbs by the lamp?


It’s Jasper!  “Look at me! Look at me!  I’m much cuter than a silly old lamp!” 

After the Rain
January 28, 2008, 11:38 pm
Filed under: Music



I love the piano music of Erik Satie (1866-1925).  I was first introduced to his music as a young piano student when I worked on his three Gymnopedies.  These are whimsical little pieces with a poignant right-hand melody fluttering here and there over left-hand chords.  It is almost as though Satie were doodling on the keyboard when he composed the Gymnopedies like an artist might doodle on a napkin while enjoying a cup of coffee in a Paris bistro.  I later found that Satie did indeed compose many of his piano pieces while working as a pianist in two Parisian clubs; Le Chat Noir (The Black Cat) and L’auberge du Clou (Inn of the Nail). 

Satie was an interesting fellow.  He entered the Paris conservatory at age thirteen and even though he studied there for eight years, he was not an extremely successful student.  He was somewhat of an enigma and, by all accounts, a fiercely independent musician.  He prefaced some of his works with the following words: “Those who will not understand are requested to observe the most respectful silence and to have a submissive attitude and inferiority.”  It is not known if he was making fun or being serious with his preface. 

Many of his piano pieces have quite outrageous titles such as “cold pieces”; “three melodies that make you flee”; and “three crooked dances”.  The performers are given instructions such as “hostile and belligerent”, “with hypocrisy”, “moderated and very bored”, and “run”.  Again, music historians are uncertain as to whether Satie was having fun or being serious.  He was an enigma. 

One of my favorite Satie quotes refers to the influence of the great German composer, Wagner.  Satie, speaking to a fellow French composer, said, “We must have a music that is ours, without sauerkraut if possible.” 

Musical scholars question as to whether Satie was a bitter cynic or a modest, unsatisfied creator of music.  Perhaps he was a bit of both.  I like to think of Satie giving an enigmatic wink as he scrawled the title Musique d’ameublement destiniee a etre ignoree (Furniture Music Destined to be Ignored) at the top of a page.  Maybe he simply didn’t take himself too seriously as he doodled at the piano in those dark Paris clubs.  Perhaps his only desire was to create beautiful, original music for the enjoyment of the performer rather than for the appreciation of the critics.  Music fresh and whimsical like droplets on leaves after the rain.

The Bedside Table
January 27, 2008, 5:58 pm
Filed under: Fun Monday

I picked up this little pine table about 15 years ago at an antique shop.  I liked its clean lines and simplicity.  It isn’t very big so all I keep on top of it is a clock and a lamp.  The bottom shelf holds a couple of devotional books and a coaster for my water glass.  The white basket to the left holds my Bibles, religious reference books and biblical study guides.


In the drawer, we find more devotional books, a jar of cuticle cream, foot lotion, an assortment of pens, a yellow highlighter and a collection of bookmarks.


Here we have the full view of bed with bedside table and the lovely collection of clutter I have on my walls.   In case you’re wondering, the small pillow in front says, “Gardeners have the best dirt.”  The larger pillow behind it says, “Gardening grows the spirit.”  The white frame on the wall housed the window in the original front door of my parents’ house.  The basket at the end of the bed holds Apple Jack and Peel potpourri.  It smells heavenly.  And, yes, my bedroom walls are two different colors.   When I repainted several years ago, I couldn’t make up my mind so two walls are Glossy White and the other two walls are Sycamore Grove. 


For more bedside table views, visit The Lurchers.  And have a lovely Monday!!!

Solid Gold
January 26, 2008, 8:18 pm
Filed under: Odds and Ends

I was catching up on my blog reading and came across the coolest meme at Tiggerlane’s place. I checked out the same meme at a few other blogs and decided I would try it out. 

Visit this site first.  The title of the first article is the name of your rock band.

Next, travel here. The last four words of the very last quote are the title of your newest release.

Finally, click here. The third picture will be your CD cover.

I was amazed at how well my meme came together.  I don’t have the software to ‘fancy it up’, but it is still too cool!



List of Gold


Make Life Worth Living

Payback is Hell
January 26, 2008, 12:35 am
Filed under: Family

Mom was 69-years old last Wednesday. We made plans to go out to dinner together. I would pick her up at 4:30 and we would eat at one of our favorite little restaurants about 20 miles from where we live.

Before I left school, I was paged to the office for a phone call. A local florist was on the line asking if I could stop by his shop to pick up a bouquet that my brother had called in for Mom’s birthday. The florist said he had been trying to reach Mom off and on all day. He wanted to make sure she was home before driving the ten miles or so to deliver the flowers. I knew Mom met with friends to quilt every Wednesday morning and I figured she was outside when the florist tried to call her in the afternoon so I didn’t think much about the florist not being able to reach her.


I left school a little before 4:00 PM. I ran a couple of errands, picked up the flowers, had oil put in my car and proceeded to Mom’s house. I got there around 4:20. No Mom. I took the bouquet in her house and checked the kitchen bar where she usually leaves me a note if she has decided to go somewhere on the spur of the moment. No note. I brought my gifts and card for Mom in the house and left her a note asking her to call me when she got home. Then I drove to my house.


The clock inched toward five o’clock and that sick feeling of panic started forming in my belly. Mom has this thing about driving across the local scenic mountain drive every year on her birthday.   We’ve been having icy weather and I began to imagine her truck skidding out of control on a patch of ice and sliding down the side of the mountain where no one would find her because no one else drives across the mountains in icy weather.    I began to imagine Mom standing alone at an isolated scenic view area gazing through her binoculars when some arctic-loving-pervert-serial murderer stopped and attacked her.  She’d been gone all day.  Where was she?

I called the feed store where she sometimes works.  No Mom.  I called my sister thnking that Mom forgot we were supposed to eat dinner together and , instead, went to watch one of the granddaughters play basketball.  No Mom, but I did manage to get that panicky quaver in my sister’s voice as she made me promise to call her back when I found Mom.  I decided to call one of Mom’s quilting circle friends to see if Mom had even shown up that morning to quilt.  Surprise!  Mom was at her friend’s house.  She had been there with a  couple more of her friends drinking coffee and talking for most of the afternoon.  They had lost all track of time and didn’t even realize that it WAS AFTER FIVE O’CLOCK. 


Mom’s response to all my worry and concern: “Payback is hell.” If she wasn’t 19-years older than me, I’d ground her.

Red Sky Revisited
January 23, 2008, 8:27 pm
Filed under: Nature


January 21, 2008                  7:15 AM


For my original post about red sky, click here.   I didn’t touch up these photos.  These colors are exactly what I saw as I drove to school.   A cold rain fell off and on throughout the day on Monday.  The late evening hours brought a mix of sleet and rain.