This is my sister Joan’s version — a painting, air-brushed, of a photo? Joan you have to edumacate me in these things — of the young Joni Mitchell. With Joan’s permission, I’ve used it to illustrate “How Blondi sees herself” under Pie in the Sky (see the left column, click on the orange bar; click on the image and it will take you to Joan’s website)
Reading a favourite blog this morning, I literally stopped and imagined sound to go with each photo taken on the writer’s hike along a trail with her husband. It brought back memories.
Her mention of waterfalls reminded me of the time I was out horseback-riding in northwestern New Brunswick and came upon one I didn’t know was not at all far behind the one-room log cabin where I lived. I had given the pony his head and he took a wildlife path I hadn’t noticed. It was through close bush, and we came to the edge of a straight-down granite cliff facing water rushing over a high rock wall directly opposite where we stood. That was a moment of wonderment in my life. One of many, with that horse.
He’d been a barrel-racer and once when we came to the end of a fence he whirled around the last post and galloped back along the other side of it with me hanging sideways off the saddle. Another time when I was catching him to saddle up, he spun around and kicked at me; all I saw was his hoof an inch from my face. Thank God it didn’t connect or my face would be even flatter than it is!
I’m always on the lookout for photos that fit my tongue-in-cheek column of Pie in the Sky images of “Blondi,” who is and isn’t me. You can plainly see that she isn’t — the images are a variety of characters I’m taking liberties with for the pure fun of it. Blondi is me, too, though, and over the years a few friends have teased me about being a crunchy granola old hippie chick; thus, how Blondi Sees Herself. Actually maybe it should be How Others See Blondi; I don’t see myself as being like an old hippie, but Blondi has a touch of the old hippy in her. I’ve asked Joan, the artist, to draw me an image for How Others See Blondi. I hope she does. Then I’ll know for sure. At any rate those photos and captions are me being playful. (I don’t go as far as playing board games if I don’t have to.)
Cathy: Your toothpaste story is familiar. We have the same thing happen here all the time and I assumed it must be something Scott was doing — like maybe examining his razor cuts while brushing. Who knows … Then I cleaned the mirror and immediately brushed my teeth. Paying attention, I soon noticed tiny flecks of toothpaste flying onto the mirror! So – no matter how careful, the only way to keep the mirror clean is to stand way further back. But then where will all those toothpaste flecks end up? At least on the mirror they are quickly seen and wiped away.
Secret Agent Woman: Your page offers the option of signing in using my Twitter or Facebook accounts. Once I sign into the accounts and then try to submit my comment, I get this message: “CSRF verification failed. There was an error submitting the form,” before it suggests I sign up with Disqus instead. By then I’m discouraged and give up. But I’m there, reading!
Reta: Good eye! Yes, it’s a new coffee pot. We took the older one over to the other house so the kids could have early-morning brew without having to get dressed and haul the baby over here before they were good and ready.
Lorraine: I see that you tried to leave a comment. Whatever you wrote didn’t post, but I’m happy to see you’ve stopped by this old blogaroonie.
Lorna: There’s plenty of good TV. I admit it. What it’s good for, I don’t know … ha! But seriously, each to his own. I like a lot of stuff too.
Debi: Thanks for the link. I haven’t put much time into reading online about incense but noted this so far: “In general, Japanese incense has fewer synthetics than Indian, but high quality Indian has much fewer than low-quality Japanese” and the brand Mere Cie claims its product “entirely free of synthetics” and that it makes the “least amount of smoke.” I also picked up this tip to avoid the smoky result when I forget to snuff the incense stick soon enough: attach a paper clip where you want the ember to die out. Works beautifully.
Maggie: Instant coffee was what my parents and my friends’ parents drank when I was a teenager, so it’s what I started my coffee career on. I remember it well! But haven’t had a cup of instant since I don’t remember when.
And now I had better get outside and refill the feeders. The chickadees have been bombarding the windows for the past two hours to make sure I don’t skip my chores two days in a row. Funny little creatures. It’s not as if they’ve run out of seed. Maybe they just missed me and are wondering what’s up?