If I Had My Druthers… June 9, 2010
There would be a big band playing in my ballroom every weekend.
There would be all manner of great friends and acquaintances present having a terrific time, lots of seasoned dance partners and I’d be dancing every song until each muscle in my body burst with joy and utter fatigue.
I miss Glenn Miller. The late 70s…. in Vermont. The keen anticipation of a frosty Friday night after a rehearsal or performance, there we’d go, to the small pub on the hill, turn on the juke box to listen to Glenn Miller, Billy Strayhorn and Gene Krupa….dancing til the wee hours.
Boston in the 80s, seeking out live big bands.
Or earlier, in highschool, the Moose Lodge where my mother’s husband played in a big band, a mean saxophone and clarinet. Dancing, moving, caught in the beat, the rhythm, the happy vibe of it all.
Simple fun. Great fun. Big fun.
Maybe I’d alternate a zydeco band every other week in my ballroom….to use a different set of muscles…oooooh, stay tuned….I may be on to something!
For now, my bathroom is as good a place as any. And, my dogs dig the beat!
Sure they do!
It’s High Hat Tea Time April 17, 2010
Well, it’s Jeanette Rankin Foundation fundraising time at the High Hat Tea tomorrow…this year at the Athens Botanical Gardens. So tonight I find myself fashioning a special hat. A bit difficult to balance on my head, but ahhhh, well.
It’s my ‘The Many Faces of You!’ hat.
Consider, all your parts.
The alluring, playful….
and oh, the hairstyles,
your outfits, (ok, guys don’t wear outfits),
I like to play.
I’m playing this evening.
Because, because….it’s High Hat Tea time….
and I’ll be wearing one hiiiiigh hat!!
and I’m going for first prize!!
Eggs Smegs April 4, 2010
Every thing, person, experience, incident, episode, story, fantasy…has another side. Take eggs for example, fried, boiled, poached, scrambled, raw..
I spent a luscious Easter Sunday spring cleaning, readying porches for evenings under the stars, for friends and parties. I planted flowers, petunias, coleus, herbs and such….redecorated things a bit, shifting things here and there.
It was merely time to do so. The tipping point and all.
A new phase awaits……to play, invent, forgive, dance, growl, scowl if you choose, (but there’s been enough of that), meet new people, visit with old ones, say you’re sorry, issue a thank you, plan a holiday, pet your pups, engage in commerce, take on a cause, start a new business, (build the old one), devise a plan, eat good food, have a party, write a speech….no end to the possibilities. Truly.
Eggcellent says I! BB Webb
Joy…..Unadulterated Joy…. December 18, 2009
All there for us, for the taking if we can REMEMBER…..
How I love dogs. They are so IN THE MOMENT and FULL of joy. And how beautifully emphasized, showcased in this delightful Christmas spirited Harry Connick Jr. video and song with Bailey the Reindeer Pup!
And FYI….in Montana, where my family resides, 35 below zero and snow, snow, snow, glorious snow!!
Farhrklempt October 19, 2009
Ever hear yourself talking or writing and a word from SOMEWHERE comes out of your mouth or on the page and you wonder ‘where did THAT come from?’ or you wonder, ‘when did I learn that word?’ but dang if it isn’t ‘right on’. Suddenly a lexicon of mystery words make themselves known.
Today was an odd day for me…a sort of discomfort lined my brow and a feeling as though I was walking in someone else’s shoes…the kind of day when your clothes just didn’t sit right on your frame and you forget simple words like, ‘tiger’ or your best friend’s name, or ‘Twitter’ comes out ‘Tweeter’ and you call your ‘hard drive’ your ‘drive shaft’. Awww, you know….it happens. (I’m hoping you know).
Or worse, you attempt to tell a story, which I do often while attempting to illustrate a point, (no doubt), and none of the details come out and the result is a most unentertaining blotch of a few facts that fall like pitiful little ashes to the ground. You find yourself looking down just wondering what happened to the colorful vision in your noggin.
The sort of day when you listen to a certain song and find yourself entirely choked up as you bustle past intent commuters on the highway. Then suddenly, a momentary euphoria hits and you feel entirely schizophrenic. And you’re SURE everybody can see right through you. (Clearly ‘everyone’ could care less…we’re really so less important than we think we are….well, I’ll speak for myself here).
Oy vey! (I’m channeling Jewish tonight)??
And then tonight in summarizing some things that occurred during my day to my business coach, (trying to be succinct which I NEVER am, I’d clearly give him a heart attack if I were), (FYI….he’s the one who suggested a blog….less space taken in his ‘in box’…..or so he thought)!!! Smart man!
I found myself writing the word ‘farklempt!’ Spelled also ‘Verklempt’. It’s various definitions below….
The Urban Dictionary states:
Yiddish meaning choked up or not feeling good was often used in Saturday night life by Mike Myers is “Coffee Talk” (See hysterical video below)!
verklempt-swoon -farklempt -choked up -gobsmacked -ferklempt
Verklempt – choked with emotion (German verklemmt = emotionally inhibited in a convulsive way)
This is not FAKE Yiddish – unless you are one of the linguists who consider Yiddish a “fake”, i.e. non-transformational language.
OY, vey. When that schmuck of a doctor told me I had cancer I got all verklempt.
chocked up -speechless with emotion -in agnst -deeply wounded note: sometimes spelled fehrklempt
Farklempt – choked up; speechless; unable to express one’s feelings/emotions
The sort of day when try as you might, your thoughts just aren’t cascading out of your mouth in the fashion you imagine and synergy is a beat off, your timing a bit lagged and your mental capacity diminished.
And in tribute to those Ferhklempt moments or entire days…..the brilliant Mike Myers, Madonna and Rosanne. (3 minutes is all you’ll need)!
Just sharing. Another few moments in time….
News Alert….it’s fire season! September 27, 2009
Ooooooh, Katy barr the door….I might even break out the cigars. Woodsman of course…aromatic, cheap as dirt and fine by me.
I adore autumn and hope you’re enjoying it too!