Saturday, July 20, 2019

Energizing Rock

Even though today marks 50 years since the first human being set foot on the moon, my lack of energy the past few days has me thinking about another anniversary that occurred earlier this week. 

Although not as monumental as Neil Armstrong’s moon walk, the independent film Easy Rider was released on July 14,1969. 

It opened the door for movies that were a far cry from Doris Day, Debbie Reynolds and happy endings. Pundits have credited the film as speaking for a generation—my generation. It didn’t speak for me, though. I liked happy endings 50 years ago and I still like happy endings. 

That is a post for another time. 

But the song that ushered in the opening credits of Easy Rider, Steppenwolf’s “Born to be Wild,” still offers me a visceral, energizing experience.

“Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way.”

Maybe having it echo in my head will get my writing motor “runnin’” steady again. 

I hope that my almost 5-year timeout from blogging is at an end. Looking back, I let computer woes, building a new house, and life in general get in the way. Continuing to visit my favorite blogs didn’t happen, either. 

But now the urge is back. I’m working on getting my blogging motor revved back up. I’m also working to relearn techie stuff that had become almost automatic before that extended timeout. 

Embedding You Tube videos is one of the technical hurdles I haven’t mastered yet. So that clip of the movie's opening scenes is thanks to Hubby for walking me through the process. 

And when my motor runs rough or sluggish, I intend to just crank up that Steppenwolf classic on You Tube and head out on the blogging highway anyway. 

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way

Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under

Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

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Monday, July 15, 2019

Fishy fun

The one that got away



An angler I am not, but I couldn’t resist posing with this carved fish on a December 2018 trip to the Smoky Mountains.  

My parents and most of my relatives loved fishing. I loved the catching part of that activity. 

When I was about five, my father and uncle caught a huge tabby cat(fish) in West Pearl River in Louisiana. That is the only other time I posed with a fish as big as I was. 

The photo of that event has disappeared, but the wooden fish sparked vivid memories of the excitement of that day. 

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Thursday, July 11, 2019

Old-fashioned fun

Highlights of a June weekend visit to Baton Rouge were attending Granddaughter Molly Kate’s dance recital and indulging in some old-fashioned entertainment with Grandson Walker.

Hubby, AKA Baboo by our grands, launched their own checkers tournament. There were some serious moans and groans, laughter, cheers, and instructions on strategy.

Grandfather and grandson sharpen their checkers skills.

But what surprised me most was the 1000 pieces of a  jigsaw puzzle spread out on the dining table. It took me back to my childhood when Mother and my aunts included me in similar scenes. 

Thanks to them I grew up relishing the challenge of finding the corners and the edges, and painstakingly matching colors, shapes and other details to piece puzzles together.

Walker’s selection was a world removed from the idyllic scenes my mother and aunts chose. His puzzle was a Thomas Kincade creation of Gotham City featuring Batman, Robin, the Batmobile and a multitude of the dynamic duo’s villainous adversaries. 

The puzzle’s Gotham City darkness was punctuated with dramatic contrasts of light pouring from windows, doors and the Batmobile’s headlights, true to Kincade’s style as the self-described “Painter of Light.”

I was surprised at how long and successfully nine-year-old Walker worked at finding and fitting puzzle pieces. More modern avenues of entertainment were not totally ignored, however. 

At intervals in the weekend, we cheered him on as he enthusiastically zapped lethal zombies and other baddies in his sessions playing the popular video game Fortnite.  
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