If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music. ~Gustav Mahler, Austro-Bohemian Romantic composer and conductor
She hasn’t written about it in a while, but Mama is still playing flute.
In fact, she plays nearly Every. Single. Day.
I really don’t think I need buns of steel. I’d be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres, American comedian
Mama says you’ve all been such good blogging buddies this year that she’s decided to give you a gift.
Nothing like some snow
To send even an old dog
Into wild zoomies!
Note: This is my interpretation of Liquid, the WordPress Photo Challenge for the week. We’re supposed to share a photo of liquid in whatever state we’d like. If memory serves me correctly, this shot from December 2014 captured one of our early snowfalls, and my dog gleefully joined me outside as big, fat flakes swirled down from the sky.
*The “zoomies” are sudden bursts of crazy energy that are totally normal for healthy dogs.
Son, dog, and music
Just three special things I love
Making my life full.
The idea behind Beloved, this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge theme, is to display a photo of something that is dearly loved. Well, gee, that’s not hard, is it? We all have something or someone we love. Here are the instructions if you’d like to join the fun. And before you ask, Dallas does not sing to my flute; he seems to have a preference for brass instruments!
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart. ~Confucius
Me and Erin are doing okay
We stumbled on this nice little town
With free hot dinners and a bed.
No need to hoard cardboard or shopping carts
No need to fight driving rain and blazing heat
Or sleep with our eyes open for protection.
Yeah, we’re doing just fine.
You know that bicycle I used to ride?
I traded it for Erin a couple months ago.
She was with some other guy, but he wanted to make tracks
And Erin was just an inconvenience. Crazy, huh?
As soon as I saw her, I knew she was the gal for me.
Long silky red hair, eyes the color of honeyed copper.
Eyes you can practically drown in, they’re so full.
When I left, I didn’t know where I was headed.
Figured I’d just ride until I found myself
Or got bored, whichever came first.
Now that Erin is traveling with me, I’m learning responsibility.
We share everything — food, water, bed, laughs.
Whoever says a homeless person doesn’t need a dog
Just doesn’t know anything about me … or Erin.
So me and Erin are doing okay.
It’s not the life you dreamed of for me
But freedom is more important than wearing a suit and tie,
Punching a time clock, running the rat race.
There are places to see, people to talk to
And we only got one shot to do it all in anyway.
At least me and Erin got each other now.
Note: This was inspired — and fictionalized — from something I saw recently.
I told mama it’s been far too long since I’ve had my say in this spot, but she didn’t seem concerned. Probably too busy thinking of far-away places and good times … without me.
I’ll show her. I know the password, and I’ve got things to say.
Exercise — you’re doing it wrong!
There once was a stuffed Christmas goose
Who came to the house in a swoosh.
The dog gave a growl,
The goose gave a howl.
Who knew they’d be friends with a truce?
Note: Poetry form is a Limerick.
Guess what? It’s b-a-a-a-c-k!!
Snow fell overnight. . . .
We only got a dusting Tuesday morning, according to mama, who keeps up with that sort of thing.
But when she let me out and I saw it, I went crazy.
I love snow.
On my nose, on my furs, everywhere.
My favorite thing is to roll in it!
But mama says it’s early for snow. We’ve still got leaves on the trees.
And on the ground
How cool is that?!