Happy Birthday, Mr. Prine!

October 10, 2009

Dear John:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am laughing like hell
Because I am younger than you

When the roses have faded
And we all become outdated
Your music will shine
As you will on your birthday
Mr. Prine

Happy Days
Cheers & Beers
7 more days until I see you in Vancouver

photo credit: rcorvin

My Brother, The PostMan

My brother, the postman retires tomorrow after 35+ years with Canada Post. He is very willing to leave. From the several years of pounding the pavement, he now needs to have hip replacement surgery. I wish him well in his somewhat early golden years. teehee, my parents worked fast, he is born in the same year I am, 1955. He was born in January, I booted out in December.

Some years ago, I purchased the John Prine Guitar Book, we both used it. At 21 I was diagnosed with a hearing loss; geez, I always wondered why the guitar did not sound right/left to me. I gave the guitar book to my brother. Now, I am asking for it back - I wrote him a note stating if he sent it back for me maybe I could have 'the other retired postman' (John Prine) sign it for him and then I would return it. I hope he does send it; but if not I will understand. (2x4 time).

Speaking of Canada Post, I received a delightful parcel in the mail today from skunkeyejan. Included in the SE parcel were five sharpie pens and an assortment of crosswords/newspaper clippings on that hunk Bruce and Winnipeg Neil. She sent this thing, I did not know what it was...it was a pointed stick with a cute little wooden jar on top. I thought it might a poker to poke noisemaker with. I emailed her, thank her for all the gifts and did question 'what is this thing'...good lord she replies and tells me mountain girl - it is a cake tester! *giggle, giggle* How could I have missed that, I do bake.

Also included in SE parcel were three parcels with instructions - Do Not Open Until Vancouver. There is one parcel for CC, one for me, and one with instructions we are to open together. I have them sitting next to me, but it is hard when it comes to me and gifts. I must move them to the pile labelled Vancouver. I think she may have sent fancy pantcee Depends. I have shook them, poked at them, but cannot figure anything out. I must let them rest until October 14th.

And, baking I must tend too, soon. Two batches of unturtle bars for the road crew of John Prine, Faddy and Eric; and of course, John/Jason/David.

My Aunty called today to wish CC and I a safe trip, to enjoy the Prine concert. She is 83 and found John Prine at 80 when I sent her a cd.

Everything is JPW - John Prine Wonderful Y

7 days - Vancouver

Yes, 7 days - all I have to do is survive - and I will. I am getting very excited. I swear I checked the bus ticket three times a day. I think Charlene will be impressed with the City of Vancouver.

It is going to be so much fun being off the side of the mountain, meeting Charlene, and of course seeing our Johnny. Going to presale, geez how many times have I mentioned that! I have the double paradise wave down pat. I find myself sometimes getting way ahead of myself causing me to move before thinking. I did that today and smacked my head twice in the same place. You think I would learn but no, no - that would be far too easy.

9 days until Prine.

Unbelievable!

I still suffer some difficulty to believe that I am actually going off the mountain side to camp out with Charlene and see John Prine! I never believed when I came here I would see John Prine again.

The 'camp out' with Charlene - well folks, it is not a camp out. Camp out is what I do here at home. Actually, noisemaker is out there burning in the aurora of his sweet treats from the big box store shopping yesterday.

Charlene has picked a Prine ritzy hotel, just around the corner from the Centre For The Performing Arts where John Prine will performed on Friday, October 16th.

The presale thing, oh lord, how exciting is that going to be. All the priners/prinettes flocking in - greeting each other. I have never participated in such a Prine event, I sure am looking forward to it.

October 16th, 2009 well, that is to Charlene and I, DPD -Dedicated Prine Day. We will have a great Canadian Breakfast; go to the venue and hopefully deliver some Tim Hortons donuts and my Unturtle Bars for the road crew/John/Jason/David. I hope to meet David Jacques this time. Last time, remember August 5th, 2005 well, David opted to the beer parlor, I missed him. I was not willing to walk up the street, alone - it was 1:00 a.m.

And, good lord - it crossed my weary mind today - what if I am walking down the street like Lucky Larue and because I am closer to the ground then most, I spot those 'boots'.

I will have the digital, I will take a photo of the John Prine footwear of the day. Then, I'll leap at him and we'll hug and handshake X2.

I must try to remain focused on the trip - the bus trip, meeting Charlene - touring Vancouver and the finale - John Prine.

Oh by the way, I am not excited, not one lil bit!

Long Monday

A Long Monday, indeed. We had to go down the mountain side today to visit the big box store, geez I so hate it. The city has a pulp mill, lord help me I can barely breathe. You never would guess I lived in a city which had three pulp mills and I actually was employed for years in one of them. Funny how it is when you have moved away to fresh air. Anyway, we stroll into that lovely big box store and the noisemaker well, let me tell you - he can find any treat, any sweet thing in that store except me! Go figure. We have more pastry things, candies, peanuts, anything resembling junk food. Furthermore, he cannot just buy one can of fancy coffee - oh hell no, he has to get six! Great mother of god!

I was so tired after one hour there, I went and sat down on some stacked up pallets. I had had enough. Then, we have to go to Walmart. I told noisemaker, I am not spending much time here, I want to go to McDonalds, eat and go home. I am not a shopper, I go get what I need at the best price, coupons in hand, and get the hell out of there. I actually did not mind Walmart because I purchase my baking stuff there, cake mixes, icing...holy crap I even got a baster today! I was so happy. I was really happy to climb back up the mountain side.

9 more days until I leave for the city of Vancouver.
11 more days until John Prine, oh Johnny.

Dad

Born - March 14th, 1920
Died - October 5th, 2003

My hero, My Dad.
With Love,Y
Your Daughter

12 Days Of John Prine

I cannot wait 12 days.

On the 12th day of John Prine
My priners and prinettes sent for me

12 Good Well Wishes
11 Crossword Puzzles
10 Herseys Kisses
9 Various CD's
8 Prine Related Photos
7 John Prine Parcels
6 Sprinkling Sugars
5 Sharpie Pens
4 Guitar Stickers
3 Stoned Angels
2 Prine T-Shirts
1 John Prine Concert Ticket

12 Days

The 12 days of John Prine will not work for me, do the math. I am on dial up.

On the 12th day of John Prine - Vancouver
My Priners and Prinettes sent to me
12 good well wishes. . . .

Several Prine Moments Today

A flurry of Prine activity is furnishing my brain today. I only have 11 more days and then I travel off the mountain side to the big city of Vancouver. I have much to do.

SkunkeyeJan is sending me some fine pens. She says the postal clerk told her they will be here in six days. These are very special pens - they write on clothing - can you believe it! I must test out the pens on something black. I have this idea...if there is a gold pen I maybe can get our Johnny to write - 'you got gold' on my Fair and Square t-shirt. Geez, when I came to that idea, well, it was a big Prine moment. SkunkeyeJan she follows me here. She will have her Prine moments soon. However, the woman is so damn busy. Half the time she is running on empty - tending to family/home territory, one quarter is spent Prineing, and one quarter spent at rest. Skunkeye, along with her fine husband, will be seeing John Prine - October 23rd, Winnipeg.

So, I have 11 days until I leave, 13 days to see John Prine. I am stuck in the middle at 12. Then, I thought of the 12 days of John Prine - like the 12 days of Christmas. So tomorrow I will start the 12 days to John Prine!

My John Prine Souvenirs

I was out walking this morning and I was thinking about folks who collect John Prine treasures. Naturally, I got stuck on the song Souvenirs (John Prine). However, the words got altered. . .

All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
....at this point I forgot the words and
I join in with...
I will never let them rob me
Of my John Prine Souvenirs

Oh John, memories of you they can't be boughten
Can't be won at a carnival for free
Johnny, it took me years
To get your souvenirs
And I will never
Let them slip away from me

Then, I have to stop in the middle of the dirt road, hold my stomach because I am laughing so hard (just as I am doing right this minute). I regain control, I walk a few steps and it starts in again. Regain, try to focus...(it is not working). I make it home, I write this out before it escapes my precious little brain. I laugh, I do a double paradise wave and say to myself, Johnny - Lucky 13! 13 more days until Prine - Vancouver. Oh my, shutter/flutter.

I Am The Queen Of Fire, I Bring You Fire

I believe I want my crown and banner returned, remember I won those for being the queen of fire making. Noisemaker has suffered a bit of a spell (hopefully, not anything too serious); so last night he slept on the sofa bed out in the living room where the woodstove is. I did not want to wake him but I knew a fire had to be started this morning. So the queen of fire making set to start a fire with no light - yep, 5:00 a.m. there I am starting fire in total darkness. Oh, I should not say that, I have a clock on the dvd that is giving me some sort of 'where the hell am I' direction.

The fire started - it when blazing. Noisemaker is still sleeping next to the fire, the queen started. I want my banner and crown returned, pronto!