Three Sisters

The three sisters I have known most of their and my life is brought to mind with this funny story. They are starting to slow down a little but the will of the three combined make up for any problems brought on by the advancing years.

Three sisters, ages 92, 94, and 96, lived together in a large, rambling house in Asheville, North Carolina. One night, the 96-year-old was drawing a bath. She put her foot in and paused. She shouted to her two sisters, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?"

The 94-year-old yelled back, "I don't know. I'll come up and see."

She started up the stairs and paused. "Was I going up the stairs or down?"

The 92-year-old was sitting at the kitchen table, having tea and listening to her sisters. She shook her head and said, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful, knock on wood..." She then shouted, "I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who's at the door."

Luther, grim fare.

Watched LUTHER on the BBCA network last night. The review warned that it was a dark episode. Indeed it was. We watched Luther last season and liked it a lot. It arrives in our area at ten o'clock just before we are thinking of giving it up for the evening and heading to bed. Bad decision on our part. Luther was especially dark last night as we were pre-warned and it is not advisable for pre-bed fare. We did and I am afraid we decided to swear off of Luther. For those of you who like dark, grim, realism tune in. For me I must bid fond adieu to Luther and his band of chilling psycho's. At my age I prefer a little happier TV that would perhaps send me smiling and in a better frame of mind as I fall asleep.

Crossword

Oh yes I agree that crosswords are one definition of a moveable feast. We often have a large puzzle attached to a clipboard for a week at a time. It is a mechanism that exercises the brain. It is strange how I can look at a word in that puzzle and not have a clue after long staring and manipulation of letters what the word is. Then after abandoning it as a lost cause return the next day and like magic the answer is clear and you wonder and say to yourself, of course how did I not get it before. Sometimes of course the answer is just beyond solving and you refer to the answer page. Sometimes even after getting the answer it looks like the russian alphabet. All in all it keeps the brain exercised and that's what I'm looking for.

A fall sunday morning

All bloggers, required reading.

If you haven't seen today's Garfield, you must. At least all bloggers should. Bloggers who pontificate at length on subjects we know next to nothing about or my God about our blankety blank politicians who are determined to run the country into places we don't want to go..See there I go running my mouth about something I would have no more idea than Garfield would how to fix. Take the strip for what it is..funny; and bloggers for what they are, whatever that is.

Music from our pasts

Each Sunday on the Time goes by blog there is a column from Peter Tibbles featuring music from his past and ours. Music such as rock, folk, classical, popular, in other words, music we grew up with. Here is his archive thus far, take a look, or more correctly, a listen. It's just enough each week to tweek your memories into high gear.

The damage reports just keep coming in

A Budding Writer

My son sent this to me as the proud father that he is. This little vignette written while on vacation with his family, and intended for a class taught by Mrs. Tidwell at his school, shows extraordinary promise. That he will produce much more in the future I can only hope. I want to be able to brag I knew him when..

Evan Kittelberger

Mrs. Tidwell

Period 5

As I sat in the old building, I was tired and bored. As my parents tasted different wines, my younger brother and I sat on an ancient bench. We spoke the whole time, but I'm sure it was nothing of value since I don't remember a single word of the conversation. I was tired of just sitting around, doing nothing, so I stepped outside.

The air and temperatures were at a perfect quality. A scent of fresh grapes ready to be picked and created into an expensive wine wafted through the air. A soft breeze flew through my hair. Beyond me were stretches of grapes for as far as the eye could see, and being surrounded by my loving family just added to the equation of a perfect vacation. As I look at the photo it reminds me of the insatiable feeling of having not an ounce of stress or pressure in me. I could be myself and not care what anyone thinks about me. Not half an hour later I was walking through an antiques shop awestruck.

What hidden marvels there were, forgotten by others long ago. I could feel myself slip back into time as my eyes pondered these classics of Americana. Who used this record player that I am now admiring? The possibilities are endless thinking about what this piece of art has been through. Were there kids lying around it listening their favorite record, or was it an old woman that used it to forget her painful past? I'll never know, as much as I may want to. I could spend hours in the stuffy shop and love every moment. Not until now can I fully appreciate what I had the pleasure to find. Will people of future times look back and admire technology that we consider modern, and get the feeling that I did?

It's a good thought that someone could love something of mine, long after I'm gone, just like I did at that moment.

Looking back on that day, I now wish I could relive that feeling of love and respect for the technology of our ancestors. It was really the first time I have ever had this feeling, being my first time in an antique shop.

Ravel's Bolero

Today on television there is a 'mob flash' commercial where one of the dancers is too early. I know you have seen it. This one in Copenhagan Denmark features Ravel's Bolero.