It's the last day of July, significant in that normally (ha, I don't think that word means what you think it means, Susan!), I would be attending the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival in The Berkshires. Except that we talked about going to the New Bedford Folk Festival instead... and now both plans are moot... null... kaput. Anne and Bub, the powers-that-be at FRFF have actually managed to present it online this year, starting at 1:30 p.m. today. As someone said in the chat of Dar's livestreaming concert last night, "I won't miss the porta-potties and/or the mud", but it will be fun to pop in over the course of the weekend to enjoy the music and community, virtual though it is. Also, my friend Sheila (who I've known and loved forever, and watched her girls grow into beautiful and kind young women), whose husband Bob volunteers for the parking crew, sent this brilliant and hilarious video... 😄
Had a lovely walk with my friend Dave Wednesday evening, and he gave me some chives from his garden, the better to vegan-cream-cheese-and-bagel with, my dear! Great phone chat with my sister on the way home, which continued another hour sitting in my car in my condo parking lot.
Yesterday was another perfect beach day with Nancy and SusanP. Not to jinx it, but we always manage to have perfect weather. Ack, speaking of... there is some sort of crazy hurricane watch in effect for this weekend, a name whose pronunciation is difficult and counter-intuitive. What?!? Anyway, sounds like it won't make it past a Category 1, and we do have a stockpile of supplies, but hoping for the best... and I will update on Monday.
Wonderful livestreaming concert with Dar Williams last night, Histories and Mysteries. It's archived, if you missed it!
Taking dinner to my former UUCFL minister and her husband this afternoon. They were in a tragic car accident earlier this month (Rev. Susan's mom was killed), and I wanted to do something. For Italians, food is our love language... 💓
NR: The Second Home by Christina Clancy. Not very far in, but already enjoying... :-)
So, it is indeed Feel Good Friday. As is tradition, five items below of beauty, interest, and humor to brighten your day/weekend/week. Enjoy!
~ ‘The Moms Are Here’: ‘Wall of Moms’ Groups Mobilize Nationwide: The movement that started with a few dozen moms in Portland now has offshoots in cities across the country. (I loved the idea and the intention but now, two days after this article was published/updated, there seems to be controversy. Such a shame!)
~ From Bob Dylan to The Beatles: 8 songs horror hero Stephen King couldn’t live without: There are few more imposing names in the world of horror, both on-screen and off, than the extraordinary writer Stephen King. A huge figure in the world of film, King’s works have always been underpinned by the expert use of music. But what were King’s most cherished songs?
~ GEE, ANTHONY FAUCI!: A Randy Rainbow Song Parody (thanks to SusanP for the heads-up!).
~ Without Music, Tanglewood Is Empty, Eerie and Beautiful: The usually tourist-packed Berkshires confronts a season without the music festival that anchors its summers.
~ Danny Schmidt and Carrie Elkin, Online Together, Saturday (tomorrow!), August 1, 2020 - 2pm CDT, Facebook Live: Once a month, Carrie and I have been trying to do a full show of our own, swapping songs back and forth, and singing harmonies with one another. The shows are totally free to watch (though donations are much appreciated) and usually last about an hour and a half. We try and mix up the sets so they're very different shows each time. We hope you'll come join in the festivities!
SONG: 2020 by Ben Folds
BOOK: What Time Is It? by John Berger, Selçuk Demirel (Illustrator), Maria Nadotti (Introduction)
POEM: a homeopathic remedy for longing** by Maya Stein
Return to the edge of the ravaged garden, vines stripped while you slept.
Stand mute at the piles you keep adding onto, the leftovers you keep forgetting,
the trash can that keeps filling and filling and filling. Pause in the brute light
of unmet plans, the rusty edge of old wounds, the plaintive vacancy of what you
didn’t say and didn’t do when you had the chance. Roll these losses in your hands.
Steep in the tea of the stain that follows you everywhere. Gather regret’s knotty fibers
to your body and enrobe your bones in the steely wool of dread. And now,
now that you’re nearly buried by your own blight, pitch your heart to the sea. Watch it
bobble and weave in an unseen current, tip and tumble as the wind rakes through.
Remember, there is no right answer to where you are going, except forward.
**I borrowed this title from an Instagram post by photographer and writer Lisa Field.
QUOTE: "What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us." ~ Henry David Thoreau
Susan, I had to post the Meme on FB, but gave you full credit! xoxo
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed, Nance!
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