A John Prine Moment

geez, i cannot believe it - miracles do happen. last night, after a very trying day, i decided 2 hit the hay. it takes me 10/15 minutes 2 get everything organized - the pillows stacked up and of course, the radio - all positioned correctly. i lay myself down and turn the radio on, i do not dial far and i do not have a clue where i am on the dial but low and behold - i hear notes. holy smucksville - it is john prine. it is fading but eh, i got it - the last verse of It's A Big Old Goofy World! Good lord, that is the first time ever i had heard a john prine song on the radio. i was so excited, i was all in a flutter. it was a very special john prine moment. *paradise wave*

I have the medical arrangements worked out for tomorrow. yikers, they tell me if my plate and screws are not sitting correctly at the dinner table in my arm; well, it will all have 2 be redone. i so hope they are sitting still and being polite lil medical attachments.

smucksville in 2 x 4 time

my apologies 2 folks who have went with their emails unanswered, my arms are so battered and bruised - they hurt beyond much. trying to make arrangements today with the specialist that did the operation and the village hospital to where i will return tomorrow. this is for new xrays, a new cast on the left - new wrap on the right. anyone care 2 dance? seems toe tappin' i can do.

less than 2 months 2 john prine nashville. lotto night tonight - i am praying and toe-tappin' 2 the god of lotto in 2 x 4 time. can u hear the beat - it is kind of a rumble...

news headline - receiving loud and clear in winnipeg - heading south!

thank you all for your concerns - very much appreciated.

Tom Reynolds/Donna Palmer

...and when one of us is gone and one of us is left to carry on; then remembering is what we'll do - our memories alone will get us through; think about the days of me and you...you and me against the world...paul williams

Bruised Elbow

geez, when i view the photo - i have no words to type -

No Bruised Oranges

geez, i'm getting old - storm windows - john prine

Where Do I Begin. . .

...where do i begin to tell the story...
[theme from love story]

some of you reading this will know a member of my prine flock is no longer with us; but is in spirit.

tom reynolds passed away. when i get the right photo i am going to post my time with tom reynolds. my tribute - tsk tsk not our time in jail.

as the news of tom's passing was processing, my telephone rang - a second later - a knock at the door. noisemaker got the door, i got the telephone.

on the telephone was another one of the prine flock - skunkeyejan. we cried. at the door was a lady from the auxiliary. i explained to sej, i must go - we will talk later. i recoup, regain and go to greet my visitor. she has in hand what you see in the photo - one pink rose in a lil bird vase.

i think of one red rose - john prine. i think how thoughtful this is of the auxiliary to bring me one pink rose. i think how special life is, i hold back my tears.

this morning i telephoned the lady that brought the flower arrangement, i explain - my prine friend just passed away - i was speaking with another prine friend on the telephone. she replies to me - well, i do not know prine - what is that? I explain about john prine. she relays condolences - she too, knew - the moon is down.

Geez, it is H3LL

I, for years have suffered from cts in my right wrist. I worked my right hand far too much today, it has swelled up now and some sort of lump is forming. noisemaker is going to wrap it up for me. I am going to rest. I was able to shower today, wash my hair, and we went to the general store. I did too much and now i will pay. good news is i did move all 5 fingers on left. Bruises on right - good lord - horrid they are. Bruises on left - I do not want to see - over the elbow I can - it is black, blue with a fashionable style of yellow parading on through.

Kate Mcgarrigle

1946 - 2010

Kate was a superior song writer; covers were done by several including Emmy Lou Harris and Linda Ronstadt (Heart Like A Wheel).

Condolences to her former husband, Loudon Wainwright - their children; Rufus and Martha Wainwright and families.

Plate and Screws

No clocks and spoons here - only an image of a plate and screws. Not that this is my wrist but it does give a very good representation of setting the table in a wrist.

Removed the bandages yesterday from right arm - holy smucksville - the arm looks like I have been stomped on by the family of cows.

Clocks and Spoons - John Prine

Big Ouch

Smucksville - I went out walking Friday morning and danced with the ice; I fell hard and broke/shattered my left wrist (yep, you betcha - I am left handed). Off to emergency and then a three hour drive to the city hospital. Had surgery on Saturday morning and arrived home Saturday night.

Geez, just prior to surgery I had to put one of those lovely blue hospital gowns. The nurse and I were struggling to remove my shirt because the cast was put on at the first emergency stop....she says to me 'maybe we will have to cut it off', I replied, are you crazy, this is my Prine shirt, I can't cut it off. Noisemaker laughed. We finally made it. Wrist shattered but prine shirt intact.

I can't type so well with one hand. I'll be carrying my new wrist cast friend around for two to four weeks. The steel plate and pins will be in my wrist my lifetime. Yikers!

Birds Of A Feather

The day before yesterday I was outside, sitting having a cigarette and my lil bird friend came a fluttering on in, the chickadee. It fluttered and tweeted and then it came and sat on my shoulder; just for a few seconds. It was a moment.

The next day when I was returning from my walk, there was a flock of chickadees up at the roadway. I stopped and tweeted with them, proceeded down the path towards our humble home.

One of the chickadees decided it should come with me. So it jumped on my head (yep, I was wearing my hood) and travelled with me. I could feel it walking on my head. I guess I went about seven steps or so and it flew down to the feeder. When I arrived at the feeder I sat and tweeted again with my new friend.

...those birds of a feather, they're gatherin' together and feeling exactly like you... - John Prine.