John Prine - Vancouver, B.C. - July 9th, 2016

and....oh my how happy I will be.

Possibly, this maybe the last time I shall see John Prine in concert.  John is the same age as my Noisemaker (they will be 70 years and glowing this year).  John moves much better than my Noisemaker, John appears to be flexible - especially when he brings out that big white guitar!

I am so excited to be able to attend.  I hope to meet up with some new Prine friends, perhaps even find some 'old' Prine friends.  As an added bonus - smucksville, I will get to go a McDonalds and get a quarter pounder with cheese and fries!  YIPPEE - how lucky can one gal get. . .

Counting the days down til I get to Prine.

Mr. & Mrs. John Prine

Happy Anniversary Fiona and John Prine.

20 years...and many more to come!

All The Best.

Good Day, hay

A few year back, my friend - Naj made this for me.  I had it hanging on the woodshed.  This winter in a blizzard we had, it disappeared.  

When the snow melted, I found it.  Smucksville, all the paint was removed from being under snow for months.  I restored it and for all here, Good Day, hay!

All The Snow Is Turning To Water

Due to the lack of snow this winter, I am concerned about the forest.  It is so dry.  It is going to be a long, hot, dry summer.  

I suspect the creek will be bone dry near the end of May.

The forest fires will be upon and all hell will break loose.

Lydia

Alas, Lydia has finally received a new head.  Not sure I like her sad look, however, I know she is awaiting for her Donald to arrive.  

The 'Donald' as in Donald and Lydia written by John Prine.

I do not want my followers to get mixed up in the Donalds'. 

Spring is upon us.

Buttons

I have been learning to knit a new project.  It requires a button. Simple, do not you think. 

 

We go into town today, I am on a mission I want six only white buttons about 3/4 inch/ 1/2 inch...geez, I will take what any store has. . .

 

There was not a store I could purchase a button or buttons from.  Good heavenly (curse words) days, it was just buttons I wanted to purchase.

 

Yep, when you can't even purchase buttons - you best turn to Prine.  

A Very Good Day, eh...

My friend, Naj made this for me a few years back.   A great wind/snow storm in mid November took it off where it once was and placed it in the snow.

It is spring now, I found it.  I Sharpie Silver and it looks great.

Good Day, hey. . .

Spring Is Here!

The geese have been with us for near two weeks now.  Ducks abound.  The eagles, also have arrived.

I think the bears have too.  I was outside trying to compose my Lydia for the adventure of 2016 and notice some big, black, four legged beast down the path.  I ran into the house.  Bears need food, want it, and will get it - in any form or fashion.  I do not want to be on their menu.

ah, but I have a whistle!  

On the mountain side - ones safety is first and foremost.  When you feel safe, then you dance, you Prine!

John Prine 2016 - Fish & Whistle Tour

Holy Smucksville - is not this Prine delightful!

Fish & Whistle artwork - thank you Charlene Stevenson.

Prine Smucksville, hopefully Vancouver, B.C. July - I will be there!

Lydia

Oh my, my Lydia is not a happy camper this spring.  She has missed her Donald for two years in a row.  Can you believe that the Donald has went elsewhere.  How could he do that when the great Lydia with her beautiful eyes is gazing out on the pastures, awaiting.

Lydia received a new head this spring, complimented with new eyes, lips, and rosy cheeks.  Her headdress attire completes her ensemble.

...Donald - there were spaces between Donald and whatever he said, strangers had forced him to live in his head...John Prine 

~Donald and Lydia~

That (Curse Word) Parking Lot

Last Wednesday, I was off to deliver cupcakes for our community Bingo evening.  The delivery was accomplished. 

Upon exiting the parking lot - no accomplishment.  Yikers and smucksville, I backed into a parked car.  It was not a foreign sports car.  Glory was no where near in sight.

Yes, I just stood there in the parking lot - leaning on the left leg - because all is uphill/downhill.  I truly was shook up.  My word, I have just delivered cupcakes and now, all hell is broken loose. 

I went back to the community center to tell my friend...I hit your vehicle.  We exchange the necessary insurance papers and all was well.  I am forgiven because being the generally safe driver I am - never had an accident in well over 50 years.

However, now my Noisemaker, I must tell.  His baby is now damaged.  As I arrive home, he is talking with the cancer specialist.  Oh my fn oath, this is not going to be a good day.

I step outside.  I am not religious - so I sing Prine - all the snow has turned to water...and I just backed into a vehicle...smoking a cigarette in the path and desperately trying to get my marbles safely and firmly in my mind to explain the little dent in the truck. 

I did my best, Noisemaker went to where Linda resides.  Sh*t happens.  Life goes on. 

Noisemaker has resided to the fact his Blue Ranger has suffered a smucksville.  Yeppers, Sh*t happens and life goes on...