Pickled Carrots

Photo Credit - Me

I sent Noisemaker out to purchase some carrots.  I needed some for a homemade stew I wanted to make.  Noisemaker came home with a 5 pound bag.  Holy carrot smucksville.  I only needed 3 or 4 for the stew; with the rest I made pickled carrots.  I have never had pickled carrots before, but I did not want to see them tossed to the trash.  I hate throwing food away. 

Noisemaker always gets way more than required, but it is the thought that counts. 

Oh my, and I have nothing to write about John Prine today.  Perhaps he should come to the mountain side and have some pickled carrots.  I could take him fishing; but I do not do worms and I do not  touch fish.  I best stick to pickled carrots.

Oh my...yet another day in paradise

Yesterday, I awoke just after 4 a.m., I proceeded to prepare my coffee in order to have a calm morning with my coffee and a cigarette.  Oh lord, not to be.  For some reason, I decided to look out the window - oh my...there stands the biggest moose I have ever seen in my life.  One might wonder how I could see the big brut standing while in total darkness.  There is a big spot light at the roadway. 

I did not even think to venture out onto the porch, I got my coffee and came back to the window and was anticipating the moose to be where I left him.  Oh no - my oath - he is standing right there looking at me through the window!  Holy smucksville.  I near went to wake up Noisemaker, but then I thought - well, can he crash on up and break the walls of the house, he cannot go through the window - can he, no...ah, I wait and think...he is a big moose.  The window is near 8' off ground level, this brut is all head.  Noisemaker, Noisemaker...

I wait, I sit in darkness - afraid if I turn on a light Brut might turn on the side of owly.  Good grief, I spend near two hours waiting for Mr. Brut Moose to make some slight departure, I need porch time. 

I watched as the moose makes his way in some direction - I am not good with directions - I know it is safe now.  I proceed to the porch, ah relief!  There is peace.  I am safe.

Noisemaker awakens, I race in - all in a flutter - Noisemaker, Noisemaker - there was a big huge moose this morning right here at the window.  Noisemaker says - he is quite certain it is not that big.  First light, Noisemaker goes out and looks at the tracks. 

Comes back in and lets me know - he knows his moose.  Tells me from the tracks, the indentations in the snow...that sucker was big...did you see the tracks, indentations - where it laid down?  Oh, Noisemaker, I reply - I saw it all.  But now because you saw it - all is well.

Noisemaker, Noisemaker - you have no complaints
You are what you are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood
Signed - Your Wife

John Prine - Dear Abby (well, of course - not the wife part)

In Dreams, I Walk With You

I find it amazing what vivid dreams I have.  I dream several times a night.  I travel, I see places I have never been.  I go Italy, all over Europe.  I meet John Prine in a white suit (much similar to that to which John Travolta wore in some long ago movie).  I believe my mind works overtime and enjoys it very much.

Last night in my dream, I met the President of the United States, Barack Obama.  We had a lovely time.  He wore the most amazing suit, it was tan/brown in color, with satin trim, he looked very handsome.  We sat, chatted, I showed him old pictures of my family.  We laughed, he has a hearty laugh.

I do not rightly or lefty understand the political field of the United States, I do respect the people of the United States.  My Grandpa was born in the USA, Grand Rapids, Michigan. I have several relations alive and kicking, still living - Born In The USA - Bruce Springsteen.

In dreams I walk with you
In dreams I talk with you
~ Roy Orbison

 

Remembering You - It's An All Night Blue

Reeda Buresh/Tom Reynolds

Photo Credit - Reeda Buresh

Old Prine Fans Never Die - They Just Go To Paradise

Two years ago today, Tom Reynolds (Crusher) went on to Paradise.  I have very fond memories of Tom.  He was one of the first Priners I became acquainted with.  We have quite the family of Prine, everyone is remembering Tom/Crusher today. 

Remembering You - It's An All Night Blue

John Prine

We rode her into the foothills

Bobby brought the gasoline

We stood 'round her in a circle

As she lit up the ravine

The spring high desert wind

Rushed down on us

All the way back home

Gypsy Biker - Bruce Springsteen 

The Prine

It is official, I have The Prine. 

I have lived on the mountain side for near seven years.  Yesterday, our neighbor - Bob (lives down the side street from us) stopped by to see how we were fairing up with the cold weather.  I have seen him a few times at the mail box and spoke accordingly.

With visiting with Bob and in our conversation I asked him if he had ever heard of John Prine?  He looked at me and said "Sam Stone".  I was in pure glory, pure Prine.  We talked big Prine.  I told him how I met John Prine X2, did my Paradise Wave. 

My Noisemaker put on West 54th - I continued to Prine.  Bob looked at me and said, Bev - you got The Prine!  I laughed.  I never thought of having The Prine.  But I do - I got The Prine and I like it very much!

Simply Amazed

WOW - the wonders of the mountain truly amaze me.  Today, Sunday is the day for the Province newspaper - it contains 5 (five) crosswords puzzles.  I have dreamed for a month to use my new Merriam-Webster's Crossword Puzzle Dictionary.  Noisemaker and I went to store because we needed lotto tickets, I prayed to the god of crossword, the newspaper would be available to purchase.  Luck is not on side of me.  No paper.

When we were driving home, I saw my neighborette. I call to the general store - oh my, I need my paper, could you please tell Audra to pick up one for me, I'll meet her on the roadway to pick up and pay.

My word, it is so cold outside, the wind is blasting, I gotta Prine and dance just to survive.  I think of Jesus the missing years...jesus, I am saying - I am missing my years, I just need my paper.  I Prine, I dance, and I sing (just to keep warm).

I should, at this mention, I had spent the morning shovelling the white fluffy stuff - we got about 5".

I see a red car rounding up the corner.  I am thinking my paper, my paper.  Oh delightful, arrival, touchdown!

As for coldness, well - we are sitting at -18 and it is to drop to -35.  Celcius.  God help me.  I do not belong - hold - ...listening to A Whiter Shade of Pale. I may turn a whiter shade of pale, is that possible.

I will survive, I have John Prine.  Jason Wilber opening for Jimmy Webb - and I am listening to Wicked Game - Chris Issak.  I love the song, I sing it well.   You all should meet me you could here me wail.  lol

Jason Wilber Opening For Jimmy Webb

I was very pleased today to read on facebook today that Jason Wilber will be opening for Jimmy Webb on January 21 in Cincinnati, Ohio at the St. Xavier High School.  Good on Jason, what a great concert this will be. 

Jimmy Webb is an exceptional song writer.  Witcha Lineman, lots of Glen Campbell songs were written by Jimmy Webb.

What is close to my heart is this:

The Supremes - Produced and Arranged by Jimmy Webb

November 1972

The Supremes - Jean Terrell, Mary Wilson, and Lynda Laurence

There are some great songs on this album written by Jimmy Webb - 5:30 Plane - I Keep It Hid.  One written by Harry Nilsson titled Paradise.  (Made me think of John Prine).

Jason, I think is coming into a new stage in his life.  A stage well deserved.

oh teehee, they have the same initials, I just spotted that

Jason Wilber

Jimmy Webb

Cincinnati is in for a big treat on January 21st.  Wish I could be there.  Good Luck Jason.

For more information see:  www.jasonwilber.com

www.jimmywebb.com

A Picture Bouquet For All Of You!

If I could send all you folks a bouquet, it would look like this!   Some of my favorite flowers, a rose, a poppy, daffodils - it would be a beautiful fresh arrangement.

I love flowers.  Everytime I go to the grocery store, I always stop and smell the flowers, talk with them and sometimes I dance.  Toe tap.

~Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side

Keep on the sunny side of life~

Ada Blenkhorn 1899

Stop and smell the flowers, hug your partner, watch the animals - sit a spell - it'll do you no harm.

~Like sunshine feeding daisies, like the love hidden deep in your heart~

John Prine 1971

Painting by my Mother In Law 1982

Yesterday

I had a delightful, chatty day yesterday.  Finally, I was able to have a telephone conversation with a friend to which I have never met.  Noisemaker has put us on a telephone plan - $6.00 a month and you can yap for 300 minutes.  Holy smucksville!  I had decided about two weeks ago I shall make a telephone call to Tennessee to my Prine friend, Donna.  Yesterday, we connected.  I heard this southern belle say Hello - it rather took me by surprise when I finally was able to have her answer.  She has been having difficulty with connections.  We had a very nice conversation and one day I hope we will be able to meet.  Much like all my Prine friends.  I have only got to meet one of them - Charlene (Prine - Vancouver, October 2009).

After the telephone conversation, I had to visit the porch.  I decided I should put my boots on and walk the path.  The path - well, I built it for my seasonal neighbor so he would not have to shovel when he comes to visit in the winter months.  It is about 170 feet long, if I walk that 5/6 times a day, I feel like I have done some exercise and then I do not have to walk on the roadway.  Those heathen drivers can easily make me run to the ditch.

The weather outside yesterday was spring like.  Snow was melting, sun was shining.  The path was somewhat icy.  I decided I should walk in the snow - holy snowsville!  I sunk.  Good lord, I thought I was entering a black hole.  I tried to leach on to the wood shed, like it was going to catch me or something.  I hit my left hand (the one I broke) as I was trying to save myself.  Blood came spewing, I was cursing and trying to save myself from the black hole of the mountain side.  As you can tell, I survive.

Today it is terrifying icy outside.  Even Noisemaker slipped.  He did not fall, nor hit his head.  Rather a shame, had he taken a head hit it may have knocked some sense up in the vacant space.  Know full well folks, I am joking.  I could not live on this mountain side if Noisemaker was not with me.   

Sunrise

It was beautiful this morning.

What can you see in the cloud formation?

I love mornings like this.