come sit a spell
drop in
to our
friendly irish pub
everyone is welcome
bring what you like
your
fiddle guitar heart voice spoons steps drum
join our circle
stay a bit
teach
your spoons
and
your magic tunes
to a
future musician
pay it forward
and
the music
will never stop.
—
music is the movement of sound to reach the soul
for the education of its virtue.
– plato
happy national tv dinner day!
so much fun and so easy!
on christmas 1968, the apollo 8 crew feasted almost just like home on frozen tv dinners. mini bottles of brandy were included but they opted out to play it safe – no space hangovers, and left them unopened.
—-
credits:
adweek, smithsonian.com, banquet, swanson foods,mental floss
coming home
we happened upon
yet another
surprise festival
downtown
‘dancing in the streets’
with
cellos playing rock and ballads
hot zydeco
jewish youth band
belly dancers
maypole colors
lone violinist
swing
ballroom
the horah
swaying
spinning
circling
hopping
dipping
instruments for kids to touch
drawing people into the street
for
movement
and
dance
creating
eclectic groups
new pairings
unlikely partners
happy faces
and
it was pretty sweet.
—
i think the universe is pure geometry – basically,
a beautiful shape twisting around
and dancing over space-time.
antony garrett lisi
behold the bounty that is my late summer harvest!
even if it is all miniature
it’s the first time
i’ve ever grown a vegetable
in my entire life
and so
it’s all perfect and i’m perfectly happy.
fairy-sized or not.
—
do not let your grand ambitions stand in the way
of small but meaningful accomplishments.
happy labor day from the u.s.a.
—
image credit: seattle times
we lie around
on a rainy afternoon
listening to the radio
to hear
one of us
a first-time storyteller on npr
as she shares with the nation
her bittersweet tale
there are 11 people of all ages
4 dogs of all shapes
with all
the food, drinks, games
and
good cheer
we could possibly need
and no timeline or agenda
on this long lazy weekend
all tucked in together
in 1 cozy house
on 1 pretty lake
and all that
equals
1 huge level of comfort.
—-
it is one of the blessings of old friends
that you can afford to be stupid with them.
– ralph waldo emerson
i’ll be spending it relaxing with some friends.
cheers.
j and b amidst the magic at the hands-on museum
spent a slow, sunny afternoon
in the pretty little town of
st. clair, michigan
right on the river
reading and writing
watching people and ships
come and go.
and in the
friendly coffee shop
right across from the water
run by sue
where i sat near
a retired teacher
meeting her former student
who long ago was
a 3-year old
in her class
for the first time
after many years
with photo albums
and stories
and catching up on life
and finally she got tired
and said it was time to go
and
they hugged
going their separate ways
with a promise to meet once again
before so long.
and the high school girls
gathering around a table
excited and nervous
about the coming school year
chatting and giggling
sharing stories
someone’s little sister
sat on her lap
having her hair braided
looking at her comic book
welcome
as part of the group
and learning from these girls
dreaming about what it will be like one day
to be a high school girl
and giggle and fret with your friends.
and the old man
who held the door
offering to buy a ‘drink’ for two older lady friends
who were awaiting his arrival
regaling them with tales
of his days in europe
reliving them
or perhaps living them for the first time
with his retelling.
and the young boys on the river
determined to enjoy the last days of summer
jumping in without fear and with squeals of laughter.
—–
the nice part about living in a small town
is that when you don’t know what you’re doing,
someone else does
– immanuel kant
I didn't have my glasses on.... 
