Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
My cousin, Carly, is in Avignon for a semester of showing off her French-skills (and to do school and stuff, I'm sure). I'm very jealous of and excited for her! You can read her blog here: http://abroadinavignon.blogspot.com/
I Bloom Blaum
Darling those tired eyes
Go with me all the time,
And in the dead of night
Tell me you will be mine.
Where do you go to
Pretty baby?
Where do you go when the night winds wail?
Ask me so sweetly
What do I do?
Who do I sing for?
Well honey I sing about you.
You.
-Coldplay
Go with me all the time,
And in the dead of night
Tell me you will be mine.
Where do you go to
Pretty baby?
Where do you go when the night winds wail?
Ask me so sweetly
What do I do?
Who do I sing for?
Well honey I sing about you.
You.
-Coldplay
Thursday, January 26, 2012
O Magnet-South
-Walt Whitman
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening perfumed South! my South!
O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all
dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things - all moving things and the trees where
I was born - the grains, plants, rivers,
Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant,
over flats of slivery sands or through swamps,
Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, the
Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine,
O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt their
banks again,
Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes, I float on the
Okeechobee, I cross the hummock-land or through pleasant openings
or dense forests,
I see the parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the
blossoming titi;
Again, sailing in my coaster on deck, I coast off Georgia, I coast
up the Carolinas,
I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the yellow-pine,
the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, the
graceful palmetto,
I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico sound through an inlet,
and dart my vision inland;
O the cotton plant! the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp!
The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white
flowers,
The range afar, the richness and barrenness, the old woods charged
with mistletoe and trailing moss,
The piney odor and the gloom, the awful natural stillness, (here in
these dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and the
fugitive has his conceal'd hut;)
O the strange fascination of these half-known half-impassable
swamps, infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of the
alligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, and
the whirr of the rattlesnake,
The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon,
singing through the moon-lit night,
The humming-bird, the wild turkey, the raccoon, the opossum;
A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leav'd corn,
slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels, with beautiful
ears each well-sheath'd in its husk;
O my heart! O tender and fierce pangs, I can stand them not, I will
depart;
O to be a Virginian where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian!
O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Tennessee and
never wander more.
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening perfumed South! my South!
O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all
dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things - all moving things and the trees where
I was born - the grains, plants, rivers,
Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant,
over flats of slivery sands or through swamps,
Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, the
Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine,
O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt their
banks again,
Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes, I float on the
Okeechobee, I cross the hummock-land or through pleasant openings
or dense forests,
I see the parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the
blossoming titi;
Again, sailing in my coaster on deck, I coast off Georgia, I coast
up the Carolinas,
I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the yellow-pine,
the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, the
graceful palmetto,
I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico sound through an inlet,
and dart my vision inland;
O the cotton plant! the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp!
The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white
flowers,
The range afar, the richness and barrenness, the old woods charged
with mistletoe and trailing moss,
The piney odor and the gloom, the awful natural stillness, (here in
these dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and the
fugitive has his conceal'd hut;)
O the strange fascination of these half-known half-impassable
swamps, infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of the
alligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, and
the whirr of the rattlesnake,
The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon,
singing through the moon-lit night,
The humming-bird, the wild turkey, the raccoon, the opossum;
A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leav'd corn,
slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels, with beautiful
ears each well-sheath'd in its husk;
O my heart! O tender and fierce pangs, I can stand them not, I will
depart;
O to be a Virginian where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian!
O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Tennessee and
never wander more.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
A good weekend.
The weekend started out sunny and cold, like a normal January day, and ended in tornado-spawning-65-degree-weather.
Observe Friday morning:
On Saturday I met up with my parents for our usual lunch at Cheddar's and then went shopping with mom.
We found this tree:
Observe Friday morning:
And these shoes:
And this purse:
Saturday night I dreamed about my old house, so when I woke up on Sunday (way too early), I drove up to it and sat in the driveway for a while.
Since I was already out that way, I drove to my elementary school and the library:
I decided to visit my friends' church since I was already up there when church started. We went to a Japanese restaurant afterwards:
And to target, where Sam took a nap and alarmed plenty of old ladies:
We then bought lots of snacks and watched two movies and survived the first bad storm. As I drove home, way too late, I saw the calm before the next storm, and it was freaky. And exciting.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Free music!
You can go here and get a free download of Ramona by Night Beds (friends of ours from Nashville- AMAZING music).Do it.
"As for your tender heart, this world’s gonna break it wide open; it ain’t gonna be pretty, but you’re not alone."from Over the Rhine's All My Favorite People are Broken
I am, for the first time in my life, aching for the Summertime.
Some pictures of this last week:
My niece and nephew stayed with me one night. I love them.
Finally got this piano book in the mail.
Found the best check out line at Kroger.
One of my nephew's "interesting facts" about Bill Cosby.
The sun finally returned this morning.
I may not know exactly what I want from life, but I'm going to do what I have to to find out, and no-one can stop me (though sometimes I keep myself from this pursuit, but I like to think I'm getting better about it, or at least am able to recognize it now).
I wake up to this song every morning:
I wanna live life
And never be cruel
I wanna live life
And be good to you
And I wanna fly
And never come down
And live my life
And have friends around
We never change, do we?
No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
I wanna live life and always be true
I wanna live life and be good to you
I wanna fly
And never come down
And live my life
And have friends around
We never change, do we?
No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
And making more friends would be easy
Oh and I don't have a soul to save
Yes and I sin every single day
We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I wanna live where the sun comes out.
Coldplay's We Never Change
My niece and nephew stayed with me one night. I love them.
Finally got this piano book in the mail.
Found the best check out line at Kroger.
One of my nephew's "interesting facts" about Bill Cosby.
The sun finally returned this morning.
I may not know exactly what I want from life, but I'm going to do what I have to to find out, and no-one can stop me (though sometimes I keep myself from this pursuit, but I like to think I'm getting better about it, or at least am able to recognize it now).
I wake up to this song every morning:
I wanna live lifeAnd never be cruel
I wanna live life
And be good to you
And I wanna fly
And never come down
And live my life
And have friends around
We never change, do we?
No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
I wanna live life and always be true
I wanna live life and be good to you
I wanna fly
And never come down
And live my life
And have friends around
We never change, do we?
No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
And making more friends would be easy
Oh and I don't have a soul to save
Yes and I sin every single day
We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I wanna live where the sun comes out.
Coldplay's We Never Change
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Rollin' Through These Hills
I finally got a chance to visit the town where my mamaw used to live when I was little. I haven't been there since she died in 1998.
(This is my mamaw in her 20's.)
(This is my mamaw and us up at her house about a year before she died.)
As I traveled north into Kentucky, my heart feared what it might find when it came to the place of magic that I had known in my early days. What if it wasn't at all like I remembered? What if experiencing it through eyes that were 13 years older killed the memories of wild splendor with reality? I resolved, at any rate, to find out.
I took this video while in the car (probably not safe, oh well).
When I got into Campton, I started to remember everything.
(Dixie Freeze-the only place to get ice cream)
("the bridge" Our whole family had a joke about sitting on this bridge, and finding prime specimens of husband material there . . . as you can see, eligible bachelors still hang out there)
(Ale 8! You can only get it in KY)
I went up to the family graveyard and stopped to pet this little guy along the way:
(My mamaw's grave)
(My great-grandparents' grave)
I went on towards her house, passing these familiar places:
I was getting close to the house. I couldn't wait to see it and the tree in the front yard that we used to climb. Here's the house, as I remember it, and Kenny and I in the tree:
And then I saw it:
(I thought that was a ghost in the window. The curtain blowing in the wind scared me. I would never look up there when I was little because I was afraid.)
(They have cut down the trees, and let the house ruin.)
It made me so sad to see the house like that, but I'm glad I knew it in it's glory. I wasn't sad long, because I saw this old mailbox with the names of the current owners on it. They have amazing names:
I went on to see where my other set of maternal great-grandparents are buried.
(Trying to rush along before it gets dark; the moon was already chasing me)
(The little church, now abandoned, next to the graveyard;'cradle to the grave')
Traveled on down State Road 15 to Stanton, where my mom lived for a while as a child:
(An operating Drive-In theater)
(The house my mom lived in)
I went on to Winchester, and then Lexington, and then home. This is the last picture I took because it had gotten dark outside:
(The Winchester Court House, just in front of the building where my parents first met)
(This is my mamaw in her 20's.)
(This is my mamaw and us up at her house about a year before she died.)
As I traveled north into Kentucky, my heart feared what it might find when it came to the place of magic that I had known in my early days. What if it wasn't at all like I remembered? What if experiencing it through eyes that were 13 years older killed the memories of wild splendor with reality? I resolved, at any rate, to find out.
I took this video while in the car (probably not safe, oh well).
When I got into Campton, I started to remember everything.
(Dixie Freeze-the only place to get ice cream)
("the bridge" Our whole family had a joke about sitting on this bridge, and finding prime specimens of husband material there . . . as you can see, eligible bachelors still hang out there)
(Ale 8! You can only get it in KY)
I went up to the family graveyard and stopped to pet this little guy along the way:
(My mamaw's grave)
(My great-grandparents' grave)
I went on towards her house, passing these familiar places:
I was getting close to the house. I couldn't wait to see it and the tree in the front yard that we used to climb. Here's the house, as I remember it, and Kenny and I in the tree:
And then I saw it:
(I thought that was a ghost in the window. The curtain blowing in the wind scared me. I would never look up there when I was little because I was afraid.)
(They have cut down the trees, and let the house ruin.)
It made me so sad to see the house like that, but I'm glad I knew it in it's glory. I wasn't sad long, because I saw this old mailbox with the names of the current owners on it. They have amazing names:
I went on to see where my other set of maternal great-grandparents are buried.
(Trying to rush along before it gets dark; the moon was already chasing me)
(The little church, now abandoned, next to the graveyard;'cradle to the grave')
Traveled on down State Road 15 to Stanton, where my mom lived for a while as a child:
(An operating Drive-In theater)
(The house my mom lived in)
I went on to Winchester, and then Lexington, and then home. This is the last picture I took because it had gotten dark outside:
(The Winchester Court House, just in front of the building where my parents first met)
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