Sunday, March 23, 2014

Just a passing thought on today.

Called up the original Cosmos with Carl Sagan. We watched it through supper. I so remember now why I loved teaching Science. It's a shame that lawmakers think they are educators. We've disenfranchised parents by doing away with books and relying on only SOL's (yep, the letters sure say it all) Sometimes I feel so bad for teachers having to educate on the whim of others. A child's mind is a terrible thing to waste. A generation or two ago, we went to the moon without calculators, iphones, and tablets. Have you thought about what we use today for modern technology? Tablets, hand held or not, and stylus to touch the screen. Folks, that technology goes back to the Egyptians. Although theirs were clay and their stylus sticks. Yes indeed, everything old is new again. I'm off to wrestle with that silly thing called a pencil and put thoughts on paper. Go figure.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Weekends were made for slowing down.

Yes, I'm deep in the writing cave. I'm revising, creating, and all around mucking up a story. Because I owe, therefore I must work outside the home. This is sucking time away from my writing, so I am trying to get myself on a schedule to rise early and spend a few minutes believing in Romance.

I have the privileged of the weekend off, a rarity lately. Unfortunately, this weekend is the great upheaval in time. Yes, that dreaded weekend we crank the clocks up an hour and lose sleep. We can blame this on "the war". No, not the one of Northern aggression, but the war to end all wars - version II. Daylight was needed to crank up industry and turn out those planes, tanks, and victory ships to defeat Germany and its allies. Now, its just become habit. Although, the devil get's in early because of the energy crisis back in the 70's and I'm just not sure why that reasoned out, but I do remember vaguely the debates.

So, this weekend is it. D-day of sorts an I am resisting the urge to change clocks an hour a head, to mess with the minds of my family before they get up. We used to do it on Friday nights when the kids were little so they wouldn't be so tired come Monday morning. I admit, I love the summer, getting up early and watching the day begin. I just wish I could learn to sleep during the winter months to make up for it.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

The Dance of Life

"The waltz can be sad and at the same time uplifting. You can see life from both sides, and the waltz encapsulates that. If you're in my audience, you give yourself to me and the waltz will grab you." Andre Rieu

We love music as a species because it brings us a wide range of emotions from happiness to sadness. There are days it is impossible for me not to move my feet to the beat of something I hear on the radio. Some folks might call them earworms. Songs that get stuck in your head and seem to dictate a response.

Each generation had its siren song. My mother once told a story about my granny. In her youth, she loved to dance. Growing up in Baltimore, she would attend outdoor concerts and perhaps go to a few respectable dance halls with the other girls of her age. Evidently, one night she wanted to go badly enough that she tossed her high button shoes on the roof outside her bedroom. Then my prim and proper granny preceded to shimmy down the tree and steal away to do the cake walk. However, she found it wasn't so easy getting back in. Needless to say, it was a long time before she got to go back out.

Back in my day, the new 'rock and roll' was sending the nations youth to the devil because of Elvis' gyrations. Now days, we worry about the change in Bieber and Cyrus. Just remember if you add 'e' to fad, it becomes fade. I highly doubt the two mentioned will be remembered.
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