Reelin' in the Years (Steely Dan)

I am having a deja vu moment, in that I popped back onto my blog in January 2013 to resurrect it and then nothing, until today, seven years and 25 days later, I am making the same attempt.  Let's hope it sticks this time!

Allow me to re-introduce myself.  I'm Susan.  Wife/Mom/Lala, vegan, fanatical reader, music lover, eternal optimist.  I not only retired from my office job in June 2019, but also the booking/presenting of a 14-year folk and acoustic concert series.  I said to someone the other day that I've been scraping so many things off my proverbial plate lately that I almost don't even need a plate anymore...  :-)

At midnight on New Year's Eve, I deactivated my Facebook account, and I was a bit nervous.  Trying more to *Be Here, Now* (thanks, Ram Dass!).  It's actually been very liberating and exciting, catching up on reading and sleeping, and accomplishing much on my shorter-every-day To Do List, without the need to check the little blue f icon.

Still not sure if it's temporary (at least until the end of this month) or permanent, but I don't have to decide that yet.  However, I *really* missed writing on a regular basis, hence my move back to blogging.  I've always fancied myself to be a good writer, as well as a worshipper of words in most forms and fashion.  My goal is #9 of 40 Resolutions for 2020 by Ellis Paul (musician):

"Write. Then write again. Write songs and letters, quotes and notes, scribbles and doodles, to do’s and don’ts, lines with rhymes, lyrics and scripts, limericks and puns and one liner quips, zingers and ringers that spin round a phrase, and grocery list stories that run off the page. Write novels that grovel, unstable fables, a treatise of words that could break an oak table, a haiku, a sonnet, a speech, a play, a love song that takes the world’s tears all away. Write graffiti that makes a beating heart rush, write something so dirty Bukowski would blush, write comedies, jokes, and twenty act plays, tragedies with maladies only Shakespeare would say. Write like you’re bailing a boat with a cup, write like your pencil will never give up."

Sooooo much to catch you all up on.  Happy 2020 (what a f*cking great metaphor, right?), and Welcome (back)!

P.S.  I don't have Photobucket anymore to host my pictures, so I am leaving the ones on my past posts with their watermark, not having time to go back and fix them all.  Moving forward...  :-)


SONG:  Reelin' in the Years by Steely Dan

BOOK:  Becoming by Michelle Obama

POEM: Good Bones by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

QUOTE:  "In my later years, I have looked in the mirror each day and found a happy person staring back. Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I've worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior." ~ Ray Bradbury

Christmas, Don't Be Late (Alvin and the Chipmunks)

I read the following meme on Mom Sequitur's blog (hi, Kate!) about a month ago... and commented that I'd love to copy, paste and fill in the blanks with my own answers as it got closer to Christmas - here we are... and here I go!

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? I used to do either/both... but last year I bought about 20 Publix green bags and wrapped all my gifts in those, topping off with a nice holiday ribbon - this year I bought an equal number of the Target red bags, and will do the same. Since simple is the theme of our holiday, the bags will live on throughout 2009 and beyond, rather than ending up in a landfill - reduce/reuse/recycle...

2. Real tree or Artificial? We always did a real tree... when we still did a tree - however, for the last four or five years, we've skipped that step. The year my mom's husband was killed in a car accident, we decided to drive up from Florida and spend Christmas with her (and my brother, sister and her family) - it just felt like a lot of work when we wouldn't be here to enjoy it. So... no tree, but bits and pieces of my Santa collection, lots of candles and a few other decorative touches outside and in - it still feels festive, and we're not overwhelmed pre- and post-trip. Plus my sister's tree is always huge and gorgeous - we can live vicariously!

3. When do you put up the tree? Again... when we did, we always waited until *after* Thanksgiving... usually the first weekend in December - I'm a firm believer in celebrating one holiday at a time... :-)

4. When do you take the tree down? When we did, we always kept it up until after New Year's - I never got tired of appreciating our handiwork and the calm it invokes...

5. Do you like eggnog? Hack... gag... spit - yuck! That being said, when we lived in Puerto Rico, our neighbors used to make coquito, which was an eggnog with coconut milk, which I loved - crazy, huh?

6. Favorite gift received as a child? Interestingly enough, the gift I remember loving the most wasn't even intended for me - my Uncle Leon (as hip as my father was conservative), his wife Sue and their five children sent a package of presents one year, and included The Doors first album for my parents. Needless to say, it fell on deaf ears and I inherited - loved it then... still do... :-)

7. Hardest person to buy for? I don't think anyone is especially hard to buy for, if you pay attention and listen - even if I don't purchase anything until December, I make mental notes along the way so I can find the perfect gift when the time is right...

8. Easiest person to buy for? If you follow the standards above: everyone!

9. Do you have a nativity scene? It's in storage now... but I bought a nativity scene (at Sears, of all places!) our first Christmas in Puerto Rico (1985), which means it's 23 years old now - our tradition was for each child to take turns putting the characters in a place of their own choosing. The only rule was that the Baby Jesus could not be in the hayloft (since Mary and Joseph couldn't fit up there as well) - it always managed to go smoothly and cooperatively...

10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Always mail... (with even a family newsletter included!)... except last year was so hectic I never managed either - this year both are happening, and I hope never to break that tradition again!

11.Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I can't really think of a worst - I think I'm *very* easy to buy for (Oz paraphernalia, silver jewelry, books, CDs), as my eclectic taste is visible in everything I say/do...

12. Favorite Christmas Movie? I do adore A Christmas Story (just found out a friend's father invented the leg lamp!) and the last few years, Love Actually has made it into our holiday repertoire too - gotta love the Joni mentions... :-)

13. When do you start shopping? I might pick up a few things that I see throughout the course of the year that I know will be just perfect for someone but, for the most part, I don't shop until December - these days I do more and more of my shopping online, especially since we travel. I have everything shipped to my sister's house, tell her she dare not open anything and "wrap" (see #1 above) when we get there - we even stuff each other's stockings...

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I must confess that I have re-gifted (a la Seinfeld)... but only when I know the person who initially gave the gift will not cross paths with the one who received - but... I don't do it randomly... and only when I feel it will find a better home with them than me...

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? For years, my mom made the most amazing strada... with bread, eggs, sausage and swiss cheese... which you have to make the night before and let set - we'd pop it in the oven and smell it cooking while we were opening presents. Served with fresh fruit on the side, it made a perfect Christmas morning breakfast/brunch, filling us up enough to tide us over until the main meal later that day - it became a tradition in our household as well, and I also make a vegetarian strada for my daughter (who now eats meat, but it's still nice to have a healthier option... :-)

16. Lights on the tree? Absolutely - my mom always used the big ones, which I did for years - then my kids begged me for small ones, which we did. We went back to big and it felt like coming home - plus... it's much easier to replace one bulb at a time rather than an entire strand!

17. Favorite Christmas song? My favorite this year (in the comtemporary category) has got to be Why Can't It Be Christmastime All Year... and I of course adore Joni's River and Dar's the Christians and the Pagans - if we're talking traditional, it's a tie between O Come, O Come Emmanuel... We Three Kings... and In the Bleak Mid-Winter (I obviously love those melancholic, minor chord songs)...

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? See #2 above...

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Of course - is the Pope Catholic?!?

20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Always an angel - we've had the same one (I bought it at a craft fair) decades ago...

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Always Christmas morning - the wonderful thing is... my husband's family's tradition centers around Christmas Eve, so we could always honor both rituals without compromise or tug-of-war.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? I think I'm most annoyed by the fact that people seem to get more impatient (is that contradictory?)... whether it's driving, waiting in line or seeking help in a store - I think I tend to go to the opposite extreme in that, since I'm always running/scrambling, waiting and driving have turned into times of peace, quiet and stillness for me...

23. Favorite ornament theme or color? My favorite ornaments are ones I bought similar to my favorite of my mother's when I was growing up... blown-glass birds that clip onto the tree branches - just thinking about them has me wanting to put up a tree next year, so I can haul all my decorations out of storage and see them again. I also have an amazing Santa collection (40+) I used to display, and get compliments on - each one has a story (of course!). As far as themes or matchy-matchy, I don't go that route - I adore the cacaphony of colors and styles of Christmases past... from the homemade ornaments my kids made in preschool years ago to a few priceless crystal baubles... and everything in between!

24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? Doesn't matter to me what we eat... just as long as my family is around the same table, giving thanks for being together another year - my Aunt Marie passed away in June, so there will be an extra aura of sadness at her absence...

25. What do you want for Christmas this year? I really and truly can't think of a thing I want - my favorite part is buying gifts for everyone else, choosing just the right present for each. I'm a lucky woman - wanting more seems frivolous and unnecessary. Okay, okay... maybe the new Stephanie Kallos book - good thing I ordered an extra copy to put in my own stocking!

Feel free to join in - Merry Christmas!

SONG: Christmas, Don't Be Late by Alvin and the Chipmunks

BOOK: The Poky Little Puppy's First Christmas by Justine Korman, Jean Chandler (illustrator)

POEM: The Night the Lights Went Out on Christmas by Ellis Paul

Every Christmas since 1950

the Johnsons have filled their yard

with nifty blinking reindeer,

Santas, Frosties, dwarves and stars

It started oh so simply

just lights within a tree

then the mailbox got all strung up

then the chimney, then the eaves

and then the half-shell Mary

got draped in neon blue

then the hydrant, then the doghouse

then they freed a petting zoo

with electric reindeer,

llamas, horses, donkies, camels, mules

and a life-sized baby Jesus

sparkling like a desert jewel!

The lights so rattled the neighborhood

that the Smiths planned a revolt

led by a neon Santa Claus

that buzzed and sparked one thousand jolts

The Williams' rolled out cotton snow

the Wheelers pinched a Grinch

Mr. Greenburg lit a menorah

with eight foot flames and did not flinch

The Jacksons inflated a Frosty

inside their manger scene

the three wise men all stood confused--

A desert snowman! Is this a dream?!

Things got so darned cluttered

that every house along the street

vanished beneath the twinkling junk

like pajamas beneath the sheets

With each new year, this competition

gave each family a Christmas mission

to see who could outdo themselves

with barking penguins, sleighs and bells

Pretty soon from miles around

strangers came to Medford Town

to see the sights on Christmas block

the lights come on at six o'clock

The cars lined up in droves and droves

driving slowly at their leisure

they'd gawk and squawk and stare in shock

while their children had near seizures

Even up in outer space

the cosmonauts could see the place

the Christmas lights atop the trees

made them homesick for their families

But then one Christmas it all would change

there was no space left to arrange

in all the Johnson's neighborhood

except the tip where one tree stood

So Missy Johnson took a star

and on a ladder reaching far

put it on the the last tree's top

while all the neighbors' chins did drop

Then Johnny Johnson switched the switch

Santa's hands clicked six o'clock

and every light in Medford Town

blew out block, by block, by block

Then Boston, Providence, then state by state

America turned black as slate!

Then Canada, then Mexico

fell into the deep shadow

Then the Kremlin, then the Eiffel Tower

were soon to be out of power

London, Rio, Tokyo

were in the dark, but in the know

And in this blackout, all did stand

heartbroken down to every man

till Missy Johnson's eyes looked up

and her little voice did there erupt

"The stars! The stars! Above our heads!

They've never been so clear!" She said.

And everyone was quite amazed

to see the Milky Way ablaze!

Ten billion stars for every eye

stretched across the newborn sky.

Satellites and meteors

each were counted by the score

Who would have thought the sky would know

how to put on a Christmas show?

Without the plastic, blinking stuff

the sky itself was just enough

See, all it took on Christmas night

to guide three kings was one star's light

The people stood on Christmas block

and held on to that simple thought

Christmas could be neon-free

with no Santas, Frosties, reindeer, see?!

The people round all sighed relief

'cause tangled lights can cause such grief

The next year out on Christmas block

they lit a candle on a rock

and gathered round it merrily

and sang a Christmas melody

And no one seemed to even care

that decorations weren't even there

though maybe they could steal the scene

on the holiday called Halloween

QUOTE: "Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday." ~ Gladys Tabor

Seize the Day (Ellis Paul)

Ellis Paul, who I first saw open for Dar in January 1998 (god, that sounds forever ago!), will be performing in a friend's house concert series in two weeks - it's been altogether too long since I've heard him up close and personal... and, whenever I do, I request this song... and he always honors... :-)

SONG: Seize the Day by Ellis Paul

BOOK: Seize the Day: A 365 Day Devotional by Charles R. Ringma, Dietrich Bonhoeffer

POEM: Aimless Love by Billy Collins

This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,

I fell in love with a wren

and later in the day with a mouse

the cat had dropped under the dining room table.

In the shadows of an autumn evening,

I fell for a seamstress

still at her machine in the tailor’s window,

and later for a bowl of broth,

steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.

This is the best kind of love, I thought,

without recompense, without gifts,

or unkind words, without suspicion,

or silence on the telephone.

The love of the chestnut,

the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.

No lust, no slam of the door –

the love of the miniature orange tree,

the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,

the highway that cuts across Florida.

No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor –

just a twinge every now and then
for the wren who had built her nest

on a low branch overhanging the water

and for the dead mouse,

still dressed in its light brown suit.

But my heart is always propped up

in a field on its tripod,

ready for the next arrow.

After I carried the mouse by the tail

to a pile of leaves in the woods,

I found myself standing at the bathroom sink

gazing down affectionately at the soap,
so patient and soluble,

so at home in its pale green soap dish.

I could feel myself falling again

as I felt its turning in my wet hands

and caught the scent of lavender and stone.

QUOTE: "It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop." ~ Vita Sackville-West

The Speed of Trees (Ellis Paul)

SONG: The Speed of Trees by Ellis Paul

BOOK: The Choiring of the Trees by Donald Harington

POEM: Working Together by David Whyte

We shape our self

to fit this world

and by the world

are shaped again.

The visible

and the invisible

working together

in common cause,

to produce

the miraculous.

I am thinking of the way

the intangible air

passed at speed

round a shaped wing

easily

holds our weight.

So may we, in this life

trust

to those elements

we have yet

to see

or imagine,

and look for the true

shape of our own self

by forming it well

to the great

intangibles about us.

QUOTE: "Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven." ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Galileo (The Indigo Girls)

Your Horoscope for AUGUST 8, 2007

Today's planetary configuration is very good for writers, SUSAN. Likely you are finding it easier to write. Take advantage of these auspicious conditions to put down all of your ideas on paper. You will thank yourself on those days when you lack ideas. Think of it as loading up the woodpile to feed your intellectual fire during the months ahead.

From Wikipedia: "Galileo Galilei (Feb. 15, 1564 - Jan. 8, 1641) was an Italian physicist, mathematician, astronomer and philosopher closely associated with the scientific revolution. His achievements include the first systematic studies of uniformly accelerated motion, improvements to the telescope, a variety of astronomical observations and support for Copernicanism. Galileo is often referred to as the "father of modern observational astronomy", as the "father of modern physics" and as the "father of science". The motion of uniformly accelerated objects, taught in nearly all high school and introductory college physics courses, was studied by Galileo as the subject of kinematics.

Although he tried to remain loyal to the Catholic Church, Galileo's adherence to experimental results, and their most honest interpretation, led to his rejection of blind allegiance to authority, both philosophical and religious, in matters of science. In broader terms, this helped separate science from both philosophy and religion, a major development in human thought."

Hmmmm, due to time/energy constraints, I don't yet seem to be in a place of "loading up the woodpile" - I'm feeling more motivated, though, for when it finally does unleash...

P.S. Apropos of nothing, but reminded because of the imagery in the poem (to which I can totally relate)... I hate squirrels (sorry) - as Carrie from Sex and the City says, "a squirrel is just a rat in a cuter outfit" (right, M?... :-)

SONG(S): Galileo by The Indigo Girls

Did Galileo Pray? by Ellis Paul

BOOK: The Varieties of Scientific Experience: A Personal View of the Search for God by Carl Sagan

POEM: I Remember Galileo by Gerald Stern

I remember Galileo describing the mind

as a piece of paper blown around by the wind,

and I loved the sight of it sticking to a tree,

or jumping into the backseat of a car,

and for years I watched paper leap through my cities;

but yesterday I saw the mind was a squirrel caught crossing

Route 80 between the wheels of a giant truck,

dancing back and forth like a thin leaf,

or a frightened string, for only two seconds living

on the white concrete before he got away,

his life shortened by all that terror, his head

jerking, his yellow teeth ground down to dust.

It was the speed of the squirrel and his lowness to the ground,

his great purpose and the alertness of his dancing,

that showed me the difference between him and paper.

Paper will do in theory, when there is time

to sit back in a metal chair and study shadows;

but for this life I need a squirrel,

his clawed feet spread, his whole soul quivering,

the loud noise shaking him from head to tail.

O philosophical mind, O mind of paper, I need a squirrel

finishing his wild dash across the highway,

rushing up his green ungoverned hillside.

QUOTE: "Scientists were rated as great heretics by the church, but they were truly religious men because of their faith in the orderliness of the universe." ~ Albert Einstein