John Prine Drawing

John Prine as drawn by my great nephew, Brayden.

Ain't it cool.  Talented young man he is, 14 years old, and loves to draw.

Brayden was recently hired to do Christmas window art (at $25.00 an hour) in this city in which he resides.

I am proud of him.  His Grampa (my brother, Wes) and Brayden love to play guitar together.  They primarily play John Prine and The Beatles.

Ode To Joy Of Family

John Prine Christmas (additional decor)

Oh Prine Divine - my new christmas tree is.  I have the addition of snowman lights.

Truly, my friends think I am near losing it...but, I am not - no, I am just trying to have me some fun.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

It's A John Prine Christmas

Some years back, I made a John Prine Christmas Wreath.  I added stuffola that one would acquaint with a John Prine song.  A turkey, heart, music note, drum, snowman, Christmas tree, etc.

The Christmas Wreath broke.  I took all the ornaments off and turned it into a John Prine Christmas tree.

My John Prine Christmas Tree is adorned with a John Prine ~ can opener, car freshener, and Christmas tree ornament.  Eat A Lot Of Peaches and I'm With Chrusher, pins and an angel topper.  The drum, turkey, heart, music note, Santa, and snowman now adorned a new Prine home.

To complete the décor of the day on my handmade stepstool is my John Prine touque and The Tree Of Forgiveness mug.

Oh how Prine, Divine!

Life On The Mountain Side

Oh my, life on the mountain side is certainly different now.  Since the death of my noisemaker my life is changing each day.  

I have taken to hating the three W's.  Wood, Water, and Widowhood.

The wood is so (curse word) heavy, I think that when I am doing the stacking of it, I will be going up yonder and will meet up with my noisemaker.

The water - good grief, I do not even have the strength to take the (curse word) cap off, let alone pour water from a five gallon jug.

Widowhood - it is a whopper to become acquainted with.  Certainly, you can do things when you want to do them and do what you want to do.  It was the constant banter that noisemaker had and his physical body being there when I returned home that I miss.

Life goes on, one foot in front of the other, and tomorrow is another day.

A very young Noisemaker and I, 20 years ago.  

My Noisemaker, part two . . .

This is the urn that my stepson made for his Dad.  It is a work of art, for sure, a show of craftmanship.

The quilt on the chair was a gift from a friend of mine.  Handmade, another work of art, she made it for me in memory of my Noisemaker.

This is the top of the urn.  A hummingbird.  Noisemakers' favorite bird.  As mentioned, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship.  My picture does not do the art justice.

I miss my Noisemaker, oh how very quiet it has become in our mountain side home.

My Noisemaker

Our Granddaughter, My Noisemaker, and Yours Truly.

My Noisemaker has departed and has entered the realms of making noise elsewhere.  

Noisemaker passed away peacefuly, in the early morning hours of September 17th of cardiac arrest.

Twas just another normal morning here on the mountain side.  I awake early and generally let Noisemaker sleep.  On Tuesday, he never stirred at his usual time of 7:30 a.m.  I was not too concerned as he was outside the day before bucking up a tree and doing winterizing on equipment and the yard.

Just after 8:00 a.m. I thought well, that is enough sleeping, I must start making noise; to which I did.  Still, no stirring.  I leaned over his body and said come on, wake up, wake up - we have things to do today.  Still nothing.  I placed my hand on his shoulder to shake him to awaken.  When I did that I felt the coldest of his body on my hand, I knew I was in trouble.

I called to my neighbor, a volunteer fireman with first aid and said, I need your help, I have no response in trying to awaken my husband.  The door is unlocked, walk in, I am hanging up now and dialing 911.

I called 911 and explained I need an ambulance, police, and a coroner.  I cannot wake up my husband...my neighbor is coming over to help.  911 gives me instructions on what to do, but I cannot do anything.  As I am following instructions my neighbor walks in.  911 hears over the line and requests to speak with him...she starts to give instructions to him …  after about 30 seconds, I hear my neighbor say … excuse me, the body has expired.  I walked out of the house to await the authorities to arrive.

I never knew Monday evening would be the last time I would see my husband alive.  Get to speak with him, listen to him bray on about the news of the day.  However, it was.  So sad it is.  Life does go on - you do the best you can each day.  You take one day at a time and make no fast decisions.

For those of you that have loved ones with you - take a moment - tell them you love them.  Smack 'em in the arm or the butt - give a little human touch that shows you care.  Tomorrow, folks they may not be there.

May You Rest In Peace ~ Noisemaker ~ May You Rest In Peace

Noisemaker, Noisemaker you have no complaint

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

...John Prine… Dear Abby

John Prine - Vancouver, B.C.

Prine has re-scheduled Vancouver ~ 2020-06-06.

Same venue, Queen Elizabeth - same seats.  

All systems are a GO.  Not sure, as yet, how I will get there but I will be in attendance.

Now all I have to hope for is not to fall between now and then.  I hope that these hell on earth allergies depart from me.  I would also appreciate if my trapezius muscle is back to some sort of normalcy.  I would love to be able to sing a song without the face ripping in two - caused from the allergies.  I would love to be able to clap and jive on up to a tune or two of Prines' without having the pain in the muscle.

On the bright side of the muscle, I have not had a spasm in 3 days.  The doctor and I were more than pleased.  As the doctor states - that is most painful thing on earth … to pull your trapezius.  For once, I am in full agreement with a doctor.  It is pain, extreme pain when spasms happen.

I hope good spirits, good health, and much happiness abound to you all.

John Prine - a young buckeroo

Pull in the reigns and take me to the rodeo!  Oh my look at this young buckaroo in his younger years.  On a recent post I saw some folks were a tad upset to view the photo.  Smucksville not I.  This is pure John Prine, John Hunksville or in simple terms a fine, good looking man.

Now I am off to the range to coral in Bunko, the horse.  Perhaps, I could find me a cowboy to lasso on in....yep, in my dreams.

Photo by Marc Hauser - reposted by Marina Jason and many thanks to you both.

My First Country Fair

I recently entered our local country fair.  To my surprise

I could not believe I won first prize for 'other knitting'.  Second prizes in the category of 'baby' and 'recycling'  I was thrilled and will be entering again next year.

John Prine July 2019

Oh my, the saga of John Prine continues at a rapid pace.  A gait to which I am rather familiar with.  As some of you may know John was hospitalized and today surgery was performed.

Instagram message from his wife, Fiona.

The Vancouver concert on August 6th, will hopefully be re-scheduled.  In speaking with my brother, he and his in-law will now be flying.  Good lord, I am so rural there are no planes, no trains, and no buses.  I will not be hitch-hiking but, eh, I will be Prineing in 2019 in Vancouver soon.  I will get there, you can place a Las Vegas bet on that - lol. 

To all, who come along and read my ramblings-eh  - All The Best ~ Prine On.

Paul McCartney - July 2019 and John Prine - August 2019, Vancouver ...here we come

My brother and his grandson gearing up for a great night of Paul McCartney, July 2019.

I gearing up for this!  Prine Vancouver - August 6th, 2019.