Lydia

My dearest Lydia hit the dirt.  Donald was not to be found.

I picked her up and put her to the woodshed.

Blasted wind put Lydia face down, laid to rest.  Only to rise up and stand erect in the woodshed. 

She will return, next spring.  Donald will be waiting.

...they made love in mountains, they made love in the streams

they made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams

but when they were finished there was nothing to say

'cause mostly they made love from ten miles away...

Donald and Lydia ~ John Prine

Another day in paradise . . .

Mountain Ash Tree

So beautiful with the brilliant red berries.  Very windy it is has been on the mountain side for three days now.  Several power outages we have had, but - thank god, not for long. 

Lydia, is trying her best to take the wind - I actually thought Donald maybe paid her a visit because her pendant was wrapped up in her hair; her hat was in the neighbors' yard!  I spoke with her and asked the question ...was Donald near by...she put her head down and replied - no, he has not visited me all summer.  

Poor Lydia, she will have to be taken down to rest for the winter months, I do hope Donald can at least come and dance with her before the white stuff starts a-flyin'.

Her request for the dance with Donald - In Spite Of Ourselves! 

Way to go, Lydia! 

Let There Be Peace

Such a noisy morning I have had.  Not due to Noisemaker but due to my stereo blasting neighbor down the road.  I was so mad this morning; I telephoned the police. 

I went outside around 5:20 this morning only to hear boom, boom, boom.  I tried, calmly to sit and have my morning cigarette and coffee.  I thought to myself this is enough for me, I have had enough of the blasting noise.  I waited till near 7:30 a.m. and telephone the police detachment that handles our mountain side jurisdiction.

I explained my situation and an officer was to return my call.  He did, a Constable Ferguson; we had a nice conversation.  I explained to him I have nothing against music, I listen to it all the time.  I was going to start in on John Prine but decided that perhaps would be too much for the Constable to handle :)    The issue I have is why does it have to be played blasting at 5 in the morning or 2 in the afternoon.  I cannot hear myself think and I do not/will not accept this as neighborly behavior.

The police officer says to me they shall be telephoning my blasting neighbor, I replied well, you can't he does not have a telephone.  The fine Ferguson officer tells me he shall pay my neighbor a vist.  I thanked him for his time; that I appreciated it.  I hope the coming week will bring some peace, some peace and quiet.

Beautiful autumn day on the mountain side.

Geez

Geez, I have no photo to post and I truly do not have any good news to post - but I will think of something good to post as I type on. 

My Noisemaker has received a new temporary name - crim.  Unfortunately, he felt the need to parlay with the criminal content of the mountain side.  I do not want to go into details, it is far beyond my realm.  I will never and I won't ever understand it; but I will live through it.  I have never, in my short life time, ever felt so disgusted, red faced, and wondered - who is this person?  I actually leaned on my left leg - in the parking lot dirt - but, it was the driveway... (I knew I could Prine :) - still, in total disgust.  You think when you live with a person for near 25 years - yep - you would know them.  In my case, not so.  It is a sad, fallen situation; but life goes on - I Prine, I Neil and I Springsteen!

Oh - and, Happy Birthday to Bruce Springsteen (the hunk) - tomorrow!  Tomorrow will also be 6 years since I came to the mountain side.  Unbelievable - thank you for the internet and my John Prine Friends - you all have gold - gold inside of you.

A Prine Moment

Photo Credit - jpshrine.org

 How exciting it is!

Reminds me of my brother, a retired letter carrier.  He sang on his route, too.

I chuckled at the postage stamp - John Who. . .

eh, Neil

Photo Credit:  Chris Young - Canadian Press

Juno Awards - Toronto, Ontario

I do not know if Chris Young is related to Neil; could be Neil's nephew.  This photo is pure Canadian.  You have Neil and the red coated RCMP!  eh, how Neil can some folks get.

I wish I could get a good close up of this picture because it appears to me Neil is wearing something around his neck that clearly resembles John Prine pendants made by Charlene Stevenson.  Or perhaps, Neil received the Order of Canada Medal - hell - who knows - but  "Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere" (Neil Young).

I do not know who built the structures - note the ducks wake.

Lays Chips

These are the best chips ever!  The right amount of salt blankets every chip.  As Janis mentioned, those folded ones - the best ever! They are dippers.  So great when you smuck your lips together with a Lays double, oh god - the salt on your lips - love it.

Sad part is I am out of Lays Chips.  Tuesday we go grocery shopping to the village.  They are on sale 4 bags for $10.00 ~ I best purchase 8 - winter in coming :)

To The Working Folks

Take a day off - Happy Labor Day!  Labor Day always reminds me of my Dad - he sided with labor - til the day he died. 

It is sad to think of how the union has changed, in some regards the executive of unions are no different than that of executive management.  All lined their silk pockets with the jingle of the working class.

I have had my day with management; I was on the 'staff' side of management.  I sided with the working folks of the pulp and paper mill.  I can recall at the mill, the workers went on strike, we (staff) were advise of how to approach a picket line - (my Dad said, join 'em - lol).  One day as I was rolling into work, I was stopped at the picket line.  My l969 Volvo did not have a drivers' side working window lever - so I opted to do what management told me - speak.  I opened my door and step outside - spoke to the striking person.  We had a nice conversation about my window not operating.  By the time, I got to mill site - I was taken aside to the office of boss.  Boss wonder what I was doing on the picket line - I explained - what you told me to do - speak...I cannot speak through my window, so I opened the door to speak - Boss man, my window lever does not work.  Boss Man/Management had binoculars staring through the big management offices looking down at me. 

Hell, had I known that to begin with I could have toe tapped, sang Prine - gave them a show!

Happy Labor Day!

...and, Chad - hope your weekend is special, very special.  It has been years since Chad, his brother, and his Dad have had a trip together.  They are going to Washington DC for a baseball game!  Enjoy - hope your team wins!