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Friday, May 20, 2011

A Peaceful Easy " Cat Hair Covered " Feeling




While KennyRogersLookAlikeBeforeThePlasticSurgeryWentWrong is having a "guys" week with his brother and friend at the Indianapolis 500 race track, I had a what was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon in the tented gazebo reading 'Rhett Butler's People". I sprawled out and got cozy on the wicker settee when Eddie and Lucas, the cats next door decided they wanted in. There they came squeezing under the netting and up on my black (of course)clothes to take a nap on me.. This is unusual and noteworthy because they have never been like this before even though they have known me for about 9 years and 4 years respectively. And since I always go outside with a jar of peanuts in the shell for my squirrels, guess who came in to be with all of us..yes, two of my squirrels and a chipmunk. Well, Eddie doesn't care about those darling furry people at all, but Lucas is still young and loves to play with them, so round and round they ran inside the mosquito netting squeaking and squealing being chased and unable to get away from fluffy Lucas. Around my feet, up and over Eddie and me as he stayed put under my chin. So my nap was interrupted as I had to unzip one side so that everyone could run free. Covered with cat hair and a runny nose, I finally went inside to finish my book in the peace that I thought I had found with no one around!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

MacArthur Park~Sweet Green Icing Symbolism


Another favorite story song...This one melts my heart♥
♥Jimmy Webb♥

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

I recall the yellow cotton dress
foaming like a wave
on the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
and the old men playing checkers by the trees

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

(BRIDGE)
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
and never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
after all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one.

I will take my life into my hands
and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes
and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
and my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
and wondering why.

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

Monday, May 16, 2011

In Bob Dylan Mode Under the Full Moon


Storied songs~like dreams~drifting from time and place~make perfect woven sense to the dreamer~

Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wond'ring if she'd changed it all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first meet
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split it up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walking away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was working in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at her side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me "Don't I know your name ?"
I muttered something underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello" she said
"You look like the silent type"
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm going back again
I got to get her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they're doing with their lives
But me I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in Blue.



I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the caf,s at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm going back again
I got to get her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they're doing with their lives
But me I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in Blue.
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In a 1978 interview Dylan explained this style of songwriting: "What's different about it is that there's a code in the lyrics, and there's also no sense of time. There's no respect for it. You've got yesterday, today and tomorrow all in the same room, and there's very little you can't imagine not happening"{Interview with Jonathan Cott, Rolling Stone 11/16/78}

Thursday, May 12, 2011



The little pond outside my office is alive and thriving. The Canadian geese have had their little goslings, the Blue Heron is on the pond nearly all day long now and I just saw a turtle head sticking up out of the water at the shoreline sunning himself!

On the homefront, one my squirrels isn't fareing as well. One of them has mange mites and she is very ill looking..so I think today KennyRogersLookAlikeBeforeThePlasticSurgeryWentWrong is going to stop by the Exotic and Wild Animal vet and pick up some Ivermectin for me to administer to my little darlings. A very kind new patient of the dental practice I work for who just called to make an appointment (I have the uncanny knack of having detailed but short conversations with people on the phone~I don't know a stranger) told me he is going to stop by and bring me some also since he is well versed in the administering of such medications. We have the best patients...how thoughtful of him! So hopefully soon all wildlife habitat arenas around me will be alive and thriving!

Friday, May 6, 2011

Birthdays Are For Chickens



ChickenLimo races Goose!



Some people ride in high style....I ride in Chicken style!
Survived the Birthday by ridin' in Style with all my peeps!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Ventriloquist Dummy Birthday Sag


It's just about that time again~ another decade just spun out, rolled over and hit the wall! splat.. 10 years gone in the wink of a hooded eyelid....

"Look in the mirror and don't smile" he uttered tight-lipped, squinting his eyes, studying my face. I swear I resent that little "BotoxandWrinkleFillerPushin' Rep that said "Mmmm, awyyeass, you have elevens on your forehead and marionette lines around your mouth"!!..does he not know that I like to actually move my face to express emotions and that I don't really want my belly button pulled up onto my chin?! Couldn't he tell that as my crinkled eyes shot daggers at him through my Gatekeeper spectacles while my creased marionette strings snapped?~

However, I have been wondering who that woman is in my bedroom mirror every morning~and I wish that sumo wrestler would quit tagging along with me to the dressing room when I'm trying on swimsuits!...

Things are sliding downward pretty fast now..might need some Emergency Liposuction 'cause the way it looks, I might not have time for a scheduled appointment.

the 'Ladies~Eula and Mae' are full time residents in my sister's dining room

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Looks Like Tomorrow is Comin' On Fast~Bob Dylan

Silvio
Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got
Seen better times, but who has not?

Silvio
Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come knocking don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don't like it you can leave me alone

I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train

I give what I got until I got no more
I take what I get until I even the score
You know I love you and furthermore
When it's time to go you got an open door

I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don't complain

One of these days and it won't be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
I will sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

Silvio
Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Copyright © 1988 by Special Rider Music

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Still Got It in French Lick




Let me take you on a little trip for a glimpse of an expectedly great time in a little southern Indiana town on a Friday night. I say expectedly because KennyRogersLookAlikeBeforeThePlasticSurgeryWentWrong and I always have an amazing time when we go to visit Aunt Margie!
Aunt Margie is 89, has a boyfriend 3 years her junior and never misses a dance in the famous little town of French Lick, Indiana, home of the Beaux Arts hotel and spa that was built in the early 1900's touting the health giving Mineral spring waters of the valley~Pluto Water~What Nature won't do, Pluto Will! The boyfriend can still drive and see at night and knows everything about everything and everybody in Orange County. But if you aren't as lucky as Aunt Margie, the Senior Party Bus will pick you up at your door. You'll know it's coming..you can hear the whooping and hollering from a far! There is a dance every Friday night without fail! Aunt Margie's son's band that is famous in southern Indiana plays for those dances about once a month. He packs the rockin n'rollin' seniors in when they know he is playing! There is no liquor in the place but you wouldn't know it..those seniors revert right back to their younger days as soon as the music starts...the years seem to melt away when you watch their bodies move in unison to the lively beat. They dance the dances with real footwork and body moves from back in the day. Even if some of them can't move as fluidly as the others, they still don't hesitate to get on the dance floor and shuffle around a bit.
One man eyed me from the end of the long dinner table. As soon as KennyRLABTPSWW got up to dance with Aunt Margie, my Ex-POW came over and sat down by me. He asked me if I was going to dance with 'him' as he pointed over at KennyR. "Not at the moment"
I replied. "Well, then would you dance with me?"

My Ex-POW shared his 5 marriage relationships, saying the one thing he can't tolerate is a cheater~I wonder if he was looking for #6... He shared his POW story during WWII being captured in the English Channel. He said he was treated well actually. I love the stories and these senior people always have the best stories! His most recent girlfriend just moved to another town. He gave me a copy of his birth certificate that he carries with him and also a picture of himself in 1947.
At the end of the show Bobby Easterday wraps up the show with his much anticipated Elvis segment. He's still able to do the splits! He's still got it!

My Ex-POW lamented that this time next week I will have forgotten this evening and him. No, friend, I will not forget.
You know what.. I've been told I've still GOT IT, but what is IT and am I sure I want IT?...