We'll sing in the sunshine (click here, turn up the volume, and listen while you read.....)
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Yes, it has been a little while since inspiration hit me.square.in.the.face. **wink, wink**

It took a confluence of a tweet that reminded me of the song (linked above) and the photo below... and not so happy life circumstances.  Throw in a side of some kind Facebook friends, and here we are....

Moments that take our breath away.... mine start with music.... Try to Remember (the Kind of September) a song I have a clear memory of hearing when I was only perhaps 3 years old.  A rather melancholy song, that spoke to me, and touched my tender, young soul deeply.  A woman sang the song on The Today Show.  (It could have been in the September just prior to my 3rd birthday.... not sure.)

When I was 4 years old I was given a record player.  Just a plain, portable, turntable. And a stack of 45s, generic, no "popular" singers or bands.  But that one recording stood out... I am not sure why I chose that particular 45 to listen to, because I know that I did not listen to most of those generic 45s.  Gale Garnett singing We'll Sing in the Sunshine. (see the link at the top of the blog).....  Again a rather melancholy song.  Listening to it, any time, takes me back to that living room, the dull black and white tight weave carpeting, a bookcase, daddy's recliner chair.... and that record player.

Skip ahead a couple of years, and I am listening to my older nieces talk about The Doors, Jose Feliciano, and Sonny & Cher, among others. And my niece, Sandy, played a recording of Light My Fire.  In the boathouse at the lake.  That same summer daddy let me play his transistor radio and I listened to pop radio stations.  Ride Captain Ride, another song I remember from childhood.

Later in life television took a larger role.  But it wasn't until my 4th decade that I started to meet some of the people I had watched on television.  That brings us to the Moments that have taken my breath away,... and now I collect conversations with famous people....  

I won't go into all of the details, but here is a brief list.....
Lani John Tupu, Farscape, Crais and the voice of Pilot.... he knows me! And Lani is delightful to converse with.  And so began my real love "affair" with actors who portray "villains" .... because those are not the roles they expect people to most remember .....  

Michael Gross, in the Law and Order franchise, first in Criminal Intent (Crazy) and then, more notably as Arthur Eastman in the SVU episode Lust.  Partially because I am uncertain of how to begin a conversation with a celebrity I like to ask about an unusual, perhaps more challenging role .... Thus did I take Michael Gross by surprise, when he mentioned starring in Family Ties, and I countered with the SVU role.  He replied, "really?" honestly intrigued.  I explained the truth of it for me: those villains who make me squirm uncomfortably in my own living room - those are the most memorable television moments.  Michael Gross was perfectly creepy and more than a little unnerving... especially for a fan of his Family Ties sitcom.

I have also talked with the man who made Ba'al, the villainous Goa'uld in Stargate SG-1, Cliff Simon.  Who was also intrigued that I found his Ba'al a fascinating character.

Jamil Walker Smith, Stargate Universe, Sargeant Ronald Greer.  I absolutely hated Greer the first time I watched Stargate Universe.  Then in episodes like Lost, Greer's childhood experiences are revealed, giving some insight in the character's behavior.  By the third time I watched the series I had come to appreciate how much Ronald Greer was able to make me uncomfortable.... Jamil was delighted to hear my 'take' on Ronald Greer, a truly unlikeable character, portrayed well by a worthy performer.

There are myriad other actors from both Farscape and Stargate, and a few other programs, with whom I have had some conversations that I will always remember.  

Dan Payne, Alex Zahara, Anthony Simcoe, Gigi Edgeley, Ben Browder,  Peter Kelamis, David DeLuise.  I have, or been a party to convesations with these actors.
I have also met Matthew Modine, Amanda Tapping, Michael Shanks, Christopher Judge, and Stacy Keach... and had a memorable encounter with Scott Glenn.

Those are some of the best memories, that I will never lose.....

And real life things.... trips to Mexico, Hawaii, Niagara Falls(Canada), The Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, Saratoga Springs, Wells(Maine), and some memory of time spent in 44 out of the 50 United States.

there is more..... 
but that is for another day....

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they say "you can't choose your family"

...but that just ain't true....

I was nine years old when my daddy died.  I really did not comprehend the finality of that at the time.  I had not even seen him for over two weeks.  I just wanted to tell him that I loved him and I missed him.  They said he was gone. It took a few years for that to really sink in.  Why didn't someone sit down with me and talk about the fact that I would never see him again.  I will never know the answer to that.

Just before my 16th birthday my mother married her third husband.  He was a man from her past; someone she had known most of her life.  He had four grown daughters, and at that time 6 grandchildren.  We (my mother, her husband, and I) had to get accustomed to living in the same house together.  He had to understand that things were a certain way in our home, and he could not come blustering in and interfere with some things. Once we understood each other everything settled down.

he was old, and gentle, and kind.... and he loved his daughters and their husbands, and their families...
And we had some good talks, now and then, when my mother was out..... and the three of us together.
I miss his concertina. He played The Missouri Waltz on his concertina. (just the melody) A lot....

Now we did visit with his daughters and their families quite a bit, which was fine. In retrospect: I thank the Lord for that. I am thankful that I have known his grandchildren nearly their entire lives. 

These are my people.  I will always call them my nieces and nephews,...even the ones I don't get to see very often.  These are the warm, generous, and loving family that some of us could only dream of.... pleasant holidays, filled with love and laughter.  These are my people.  I love them. I would do anything for them.

I am so grateful that those who live nearby do include me.  Every major holiday and most of the birthdays....  I am so thankful to be included.
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pleasant holidays, filled with love and laughter......

you know who you are. thank you. from my heart, thank you.

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well looked-after, a remembrance of a brother.

when I was five years old we took off for my parents annual road trip to Florida, for part of the winter...  always after the Christmas holiday... in January.  

this was the year, though, that we had the accident, and never made it to Florida.  I can remember spending a night or two in a big room in a hospital, with both my mother and father, and I cannot really remember, but I guess there was a roll-away cot of some kind for me to sleep on, or perhaps a sofa was placed in that room for me.  

on one of the following days my brother showed up.  he was my father's younger son, but was an adult, with a child of his own at home.  I guess that this brother came for me because it had been decided that I would go home with him.  perhaps they thought it best that I make the trip homeward with him, so that I would not be confused,...or something.  Anyway, he was very kind and gentle with a frightened little girl who did not want to leave her mommy and daddy.

We first stopped at the local sheriff's office, where the belongings salvaged from our wrecked car had been locked up in a jail cell for safe keeping.  I do not remember the drive homeward at all. It was about 260 miles, and at that time it probably took at least 5-1/2 hours to make that drive.  We went directly to my house, unloaded the goods from the trunk of the car.  There was a conversation between my father's two sons (I will not discuss that here).. and then I was taken to the home of the younger man.  His wife embraced me, their daughter was present.... I know that I stayed there with them, and I know that they were very kind to me during that time.  And that is all I remember of that time immediately after that accident.

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My next memory of this brother, my father's younger son, was a time when I had a loose tooth come out... I was perhaps 6 years old... he said to me, "give me that tooth. I will take it home and put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy."  I looked to the older brother, who nodded at me,... and I handed over that tooth.  "I will bring it back tomorrow." was the promise. 

The next morning I hurried out to see what the tooth fairy had done about that.... and that brother of mine handed me a styrofoam coffee cup, with a smile.  I looked in the cup, and there were a lot of coins in there with the tooth.  More than a dollar.  I hugged him and told him, "WOW, thank you!"

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Many years later, going through boxes of keepsake items my mother had held onto for decades I found a post card that brother had mailed home from his time in the service, in Japan.... it was a postcard made of wood.  I put it in a bubble pack mailer and sent it to him.  About a week later I had a phone call.  That brother, he was surprised to see that wooden postcard, and wanted to thank me for thinking of him.

That brother, my father's younger son,... he was kind of shy, reserved.  He took things to heart.  He was a gentle person. Thoughtful.  

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about 5 years later i called him and his wife one evening.  we spent more than an hour 'visiting' on the telephone.  it was a very nice time, chatting and reminiscing...with them.
i am so grateful to have known these gentle people. 


Thank you, S. and J.  your kind care was (and is) appreciated....

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some kindness you never ever forget
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My Favorite Thanksgiving

My Favorite Thanksgiving…

Well the best funny Thanksgiving story anyway….a few years ago….

It was the year that most of the folks were sick… they stayed home, but sent representatives who were not sick with the flu.  I don’t recall the year, but the littlest one was probably 2 years old.  Certainly old enough to enunciate clearly, and yet young enough to make those utterances that exasperate mommy.  He was so cute!

So, at my niece’s home we were gathered,… I honestly remember this as the group: my niece, her husband, their wee tot, and two of my nephews.  In my memory no one else was present.  That may be why I am the only who still tells the story of that Thanksgiving day.

Five adults and one little boy gathered around the table. We chatted and laughed and generally enjoyed ourselves waiting for the meal to be ready.  Finally all the food was on the table and we were ready to begin our meal.  And that’s when it happened.

Little Caleb piped up, loud and clear, “I want quesadillas!” he announced.  My two nephews and I immediately turned to his mother and, in unison, said, “YOU HAVE QUESADILLAS?” and then we laughed as she said, “No!” to all of us; and then, to little Caleb, “sweetie, it’s Thanksgiving. We have turkey.” 

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Alas, there were no quesadillas served,… and yet every Thanksgiving I get this craving….

And the sweet little boy? He went off to college this year... quite the handsome young man,...
with no memory of the quesadillas that weren't.....

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I still have delightful Thanksgivings with the same folks, usually at one of the nephew's homes.  It is always a pleasure to join this family for holiday meals.  No dissent, no arguments, everyone gets along so wonderfully.  I am grateful to be included in the group.

Truth be told they make every Thanksgiving is my favorite Thanksgiving.

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embellished lies

They had not seen her since high school, but one day she just showed up.  Sherrie claimed that she had been spending time with another friend from grade school.  Sherrie said things like “why would I lie”, and “I have no reason to lie to you”… and then Sherrie told them things she claimed to have discussed with the grade school friend. Things about everyone they all knew.  Things she claimed the other person said about everyone.  Sherrie embellished every truth with a series of lies designed to drive a permanent wedge between people.  And she punctuated her lies with “what reason would I have to lie to you?”

The thing was that Sherrie was angry. And bitter.  Sherrie was a bleeding heart liberal, who wore pussy hats and marched in useless protests.  Sherrie had hurt feelings because the person she lied about said that, rather than wear a pussy hat, and march in a useless parade, people should take action in their own communities to effect change.  Sherrie thought that was very hurtful and also wrong. 

Now, months later, the pussy hat parades have proven to have been about the most useless thing anyone could have done.  And the person Sherrie lied about came away with a lesson,…a revelation of sorts…. That the people she had known for more than half a lifetime,…people she had attended school with, hung out with, driven around in her car for hours on end…those people were never her friends.  After high school they all vanished completely, and they never reached out to her. 

She has asked that “Sherrie” be thanked. 

Sherrie learned very little, got all bent out of shape, and lied about someone with a good heart.

The person who was lied about? She learned things about others, and herself.   She learned that she should never trust anyone.  She learned that she had been all alone her entire life.  She learned that supposed friends will believe lies from someone they have not seen or spoken to in decades.   She closed herself off, a little more, from the world. Protecting her psyche from liars and betrayers and people she never really knew at all.

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be careful how you wish for......

This one is kind of complicated to explain…. Let me just say that I have always found the classic Jaguar to be an ugly car.  That was almost a mantra of mine… and it definitely got a lot of play any time I heard the word Jaguar in reference to the car.  “Jaguar, the ugly car.” 

Do you know the Pink Floyd song “Welcome to the Machine”? well it fits the music….., sometimes I sing it..... "He loved to drive his Jaguar. ..It's such an ugly car."

For reasons too complicated to get into I recently started to think about the Jaguar differently. 

(aside: I spend most of my time alone… so I talk to myself…. )  

so,...  I was sitting in my office muttering to myself about Jaguar, and changing “ugly car” to “pretty car”,… and it did become a kind of mantra: “show me a Jaguar -the pretty car”… and I repeated it. 

A lot.  Over the course of a couple of weeks…..

And then…..

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One day….

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I came out of work….

And walked across the crowded parking lot…..

And my car came into view….

And next to it…

the jeep liberty is my car,....

Considering the state of this life I lead… this seems to be some kind of grand cosmic joke from the universe to me….. and it just isn’t funny.

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But it is ironic…. So….universe,….about that  $ ONE $ MILLION $ DOLLARS $$$$$$$$

Thus my new mantra: ……. #onemilliondollarstaxfree

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 Welcome to the Machine....

Welcome to the Machine

Pink Floyd

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time
Provided with toys and 'scouting for boys'
You brought a guitar to punish your ma
And you didn't like school, and you
Know you're nobody's fool
So welcome to the machine

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream
You dreamed of a big star
He played a mean guitar
He always ate in the Steak Bar
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome to the machine

Songwriters: Roger Waters

actually, I rather like the Jaguar XK......

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Autumnal ambivalence

Autumn.
I both love it and hate it.
Autumn plucks at my heartstrings.
I have always felt a sadness, and yet it is a time of year I like best.
Heat dissipates, and we have lovely cool days, and gorgeous tree colors.

As far back as I can remember.... it makes me melancholy.
My earliest recollection, age 3 perhaps.... someone (a woman) singing

Try To Remember (Jerry Orbach)

and my heart hurt.  It made me cry, it made me sad.
It caused me feelings I could not understand at a tender age.
It makes me wonder if it was a premonition of a sad September in my future....
I won't explain that here.

Fall always makes me happy and sad.
A wistful longing for something,
Something that has been lost,
a place I can never return to because it no longer exists...
Perhaps a place i have not yet been....

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Autumn.
I both love it and hate it.
It plucks at my heartstrings.

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