In Memory

Tom Reynolds {Crusher}
Memorial Service

Flowers from Charlene Stevenson and family




...his harley {ride safe}













Photo Credit: Charlene Stevenson

Gary Fjellgaard ~ John Prine

I cannot figure what is happening with the radio this week. A few hours ago I heard another John Prine song - Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness sung by Gary Fjellgaard. Gary is a true canadian gentleman. My Mom really enjoyed his music/talents.

See more here: http://www.fjellgaard.bc.ca/lyrics.php?song=47&album=13

John Prine - The Ryman - Nashville 2010.03.26

Oh, what an exciting this will be! If there is one venue, the best to see John Prine, to me it would be The Ryman.

Most exciting, three people I know will be in attendance. Noticketdonna, CC, and Rumbleshorts. It warms my heart when I read their posts on www.jpshrine.org/ ~such fun they are going to have. I would love to meet up with them however, I do not think being down one wing and all will find me peace in flying off the mountain. I am not quite dove material. However, on March 26th, I shall be wearing my large Crushfest hoodie [cc says I swim in that - I took it to John Prine ~ Vancouver]. I will spend the evening listening to some John Prine and if luck is with me, perhaps go to bow my head and hear a John Prine song on the radio. I Y that!

Good News - Not

I was to see the doctor yesterday to review/update the situation with my wrists. ah, pukesville - the news was not good. Seems like I will have to have more surgery done on the left wrist. The added medical attachments will have to be removed after the healing process is complete. It is all too much on my mind and I did not quite follow. I told the doctor ok - you put all this metal in me; I return to life - I am not bionic, I am not sporting a chest of Dolly Parton and then you tell me - it will have to all be redone. If that be the case, next time I want bionicnetta [a word of my invention], I want a complete redo.

I have to spend four more weeks in a cast on left and try my best with right. God, it hurts. The doctor who performed the surgery is to call me on Wednesday; another update/review.

Oh alas, I must redirect. I must focus on happy thoughts and well wishes.

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.