If We Were Having Coffee on the11th of July, 2020

Coffee Share new Hampshire in the Summer

Hello and Welcome!  Come on over and sit down.  I will get a towel or something to put on the seat.  It isn’t raining anymore, but it has been, so everything is soaked.  But the view is lovely!  It is warm and will get hot, and being super humid, will feel hotter.  Were are we?  Some of you may recognize that photo as being from New Hampshire (aka NH).

Work was busy, but not awful.  No emergencies and fewer than usual meetings.  I am still in the middle of several huge projects, so staying busy.  And people are still reaching out to me for things that aren’t really mine, so busy there as well… (It’s what I get for being so darn good ;) Perhaps a good reputation is worse than a bad one..).  Anyway, a bit more seriously, it was busy,as it always is, but not bad. Continue reading

Risky Behavior – A Hair Rising Story ;)

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Yesterday I was involved in some pretty risky business.  I went out on a limb in a way I haven’t in ages.

I went out for a hair cut.

Now look at the photo at the top of the page.  If you are old enough, you may know where the statement “Oh say can you see, My eyes, If you can, The my hair’s too short!” comes from.  Yes, I felt like a character from the musical Hair.

OK, when combed, it doesn’t look bad.  Well, in my opinion. Continue reading

Vista #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Looking down, all I can see are the chalk lines of my life.  There is a path of memory behind, and I can make out that there might be a path cut into the Earth ahead, but what does it mean?  An ant on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel will have more idea of the design than I.

But then, perhaps, I am more like Michelangelo, flat on his back, quickly applying the pigment to the chalk-white plaster as it dries all too quick.  Each stroke of the brush took into account all of the others, even if they were impossible to see.

But then, he knew where he was going, didn’t he?  Do I?

Perhaps it isn’t important to see this chalk drawing of life in its entirety.  Perhaps it is better to look out and search for the distant sea.  Perhaps it is best to understand the setting.  Perhaps it is better to drink in the fragrant summer air and enjoy the view.

Perhaps it is about the vista, not the ground below my feet.

Perhaps I need to look up, not down.

Perhaps.

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Written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge.  The photo at the top is her photo-prompt.  She also provided the key word “Vista”.

The More Things Change, the More…

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PHOTO PROMPT @ A. Noni Mouse

Ah, summer.  The morning sun could actually reach deep into the canyon street to find the window to my claustrophobic kitchen.  The one bit of green in my life loved it, but my eyes burned.

The loud music that played half the night continued to echo in my ears.

I sat down for breakfast.  The neighbors on the right were already fighting.

I pictured my beautiful coastal house.

It was now under water.

As was my childhood home.

I still missed the farm.

The air conditioning kicking on pulled me out of my reverie.

It would be another hot day.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © A. Noni Mouse. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Weekly Smile for July 6, 2020 #weeklysmile

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It was an odd week, though for the most part good, and plenty to smile about.  But one thing stood out.

Some of you may know that I post music on occasion.  When I say “music”, I mean my music.  Sometimes people are enthusiastic about it.  Sometimes I get a yawn ;)

I hadn’t posted anything new in a while, so I dug out the first movement of my Piano Sonata in g minor, did a quick video, and put it up.  You know, just as a place holder while I come up with some new music.

The response has been surprising. Continue reading

The Weekly Smile Recap for 6/29 – 7/5/2020

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Hi all.  Some pretty good smiles last week :)  If you need something to smile about, click on a link or two below :)

Trent’s World
Heart to Heart
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
Natalie the Explorer
Ruth Blogs Here
Does Writing Excuse Watching?
Nut House Central
Mylife-and-Horestories
Tessa Dean, Author

And, as always, there are some smiles left in the comments of the original posts.

I hope you found something to smile about there.  This week’s smile post will be posted in about an hour.

What made you smile?

If We Were Having Coffee on the Fourth of July, Twenty-Twenty

Coffee Share new Hampshire in the Summer

Hello and Welcome!  Pull up a chair here and enjoy the view of the hillside.  It is all green and beautiful.  Yes, not all green – there are plenty of flowers!  It is a gorgeous morning after a very wet week.  So let’s sit here, relax, and just enjoy the moment.  Ah….  Oh, where are we?  Some of you may be able to guess by the photo at the top that we are in New Hampshire this morning.

First, You might not have missed me, but I did not post a coffee share last week.  I took a week off of work and pretty much dropped out of blog-land over the week.  I spent the week on Cape Cod (surprise, surprise ;) ).  It was great!  I took long walks on the beach, kayaked, swam, walked in the woods, relaxed, had fires in the back yard (OK,  in the firepit in the back yard) did work around the house, hired someone to paint the house and someone else came by to look at the barn roof, bought a refrigerator, walked and played with dogs and, well, it was summer vacation!

This week was return to reality ;) Continue reading

Video – Piano Sonata in g minor, 1st Movement

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First, here is the video:

(Click here if you don’t see the video below)

Years ago I studied classical composition.  After fiddling about for a year or so, I took lessons with an established composer.  As part of my lessons I wrote a little “classical sonata”.  It was more or less in a Mozart style, though perhaps it was closer to Clementi.  If you don’t know Clementi, look him up!    Although there are shining moments on this “sonatina”, I wasn’t satisfied. Continue reading

Dream #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

I walk down the lavender path
Under rose petal skies
Scents of lilac and cinnamon
Permeate the clear ether
Each step in the heather
A
nd the heath
Peels away a century

Each step reawakens a memory
Present and past collide with…

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“You asked me about my dream, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but this sounds like an acid trip turned to song. “Picture yourself in a boat” and all…”

“Well, perhaps an acid trip is a type of waking dream.”

“Right.”

“Anyway, the dream is simple.  Everything is vibrating, from the quarks and leptons to galaxy clusters.  We all have our own frequency with our own harmonic spectrum above it.  Sometimes we find ourselves in harmony with someone else.  Love. Or something else. Belonging. Or sometime else…”

“I was right, an acid trip.”

“A dream. And I found my harmony as I walked down the lavender path under the rose petal skies.  The scents of lilac and cinnamon permeated the clear ether.  Each step…”

“Oh, never mind.”

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This was written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge.  The photo at the top was taken and provided by Sue, as was the key word, “Dream“.