I know this Blog looks more like a test pattern than an active Blog but now I have a excuse,,, I've gone quilting.
A little B&B in east Texas, with cabins and a fish pond, cater to quilters and scappers. A major feature is a work area about the size of a 3-car garage, with lots of light, electrical outlets and cutting tables -- plenty of room to lay out projects. And you get stay up late or even all night working on something if you like,, nobody cares and you don't have to be anywhere else!
Did I mention that the rooms look like something out of House Beautiful and the meals are straight out of Southern Living? Cell phones don't work well in that little valley, there are no computers, TV is there but never on.
Stay safe and I'll see ya on the flip side.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
Travels
Trading emails with Flygirl made me remember one of my favorite trips to England.
I love to ride trains and could quite happily spend an entire vacation riding around, reading a James Herriot book and eating Cadbury chocolate (the REAL stuff, not the kind we have here).
About 20 years ago, I rode the train and then a bus to James Herriot’s (All Creatures Great and Small) home town, Thrinsk, in Yorkshire. He had described it perfectly – the people the animals the shops—all of it!
The first night I stayed in a B&B whose other guest was an Aussie. At tea we, the guests and the family, reviewed the news from the Colonies.
The second night, I stayed at a B&B on the edge of town and could see Mrs. Pumphrey’s house from my room.
I had Sheppard’s pie at the pub the vets frequented, had dinner at the hotel where Helen and Jim danced and bought some candies from the shop keeper who picked out candies like a pharmacist might select medicine. I even visited the Vets surgery, where Herriot’s son works. Very little had changed in that office since it opened before WWII
Later, I was standing a shop that was smaller than single car garage and was stocked just like the one on the comedy Open All Hours. There were 5-6 people browsing and waiting in line. Suddenly, everyone left! No one said a word, they just walked out!
Was it something I said? The owner smiled and said “No Lass. The sun came out. Didn’t want to miss it.”
Five minutes later the sun was gone and everyone came back, talking about how lovely it had been. Cracked me up!
Do you have a favorite vacation? Perhaps a trip you like to relive? Or maybe someplace you want to see in the future?
I love to ride trains and could quite happily spend an entire vacation riding around, reading a James Herriot book and eating Cadbury chocolate (the REAL stuff, not the kind we have here).
About 20 years ago, I rode the train and then a bus to James Herriot’s (All Creatures Great and Small) home town, Thrinsk, in Yorkshire. He had described it perfectly – the people the animals the shops—all of it!
The first night I stayed in a B&B whose other guest was an Aussie. At tea we, the guests and the family, reviewed the news from the Colonies.
The second night, I stayed at a B&B on the edge of town and could see Mrs. Pumphrey’s house from my room.
I had Sheppard’s pie at the pub the vets frequented, had dinner at the hotel where Helen and Jim danced and bought some candies from the shop keeper who picked out candies like a pharmacist might select medicine. I even visited the Vets surgery, where Herriot’s son works. Very little had changed in that office since it opened before WWII
Later, I was standing a shop that was smaller than single car garage and was stocked just like the one on the comedy Open All Hours. There were 5-6 people browsing and waiting in line. Suddenly, everyone left! No one said a word, they just walked out!
Was it something I said? The owner smiled and said “No Lass. The sun came out. Didn’t want to miss it.”
Five minutes later the sun was gone and everyone came back, talking about how lovely it had been. Cracked me up!
Do you have a favorite vacation? Perhaps a trip you like to relive? Or maybe someplace you want to see in the future?
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Gershwin
Okay, I can't stand it.
Now I see why I was made a team member at "Purple Tabby"......
Is this a Chinese water torture?
The last post here was 2 February.
So, to keep things growing here, I'll spread a little "Greybeard" fertilizer......take that the way you will!
United Airlines is presently running an ad campaign that centers around "Rhapsody In Blue" by George Gershwin. This piece of music is one of those that touches me somewhere at the very center of my being.
I never tire of hearing it.
I think Rhapsody In Blue may be my favorite, but there are others that will also stop me in my tracks so I can devote full attention to them:
"Fanfare For the Common Man",
The theme for "2001, A Space Odyssey".
Even some Pop/Rock has the ability to nearly bring me to tears:
"Good Vibrations", by the Beach Boys.
"Hollywood Nights", by Bob Seger.
"Nights on Broadway", by the BeeGees.
"Gangsta's Paradise", by Coolio.
I cannot explain why these particular pieces of music affect me the way they do.....and I don't really care. I guess that is why we have "Art" in our lives in it's various forms.
Care to take a stab at explaining it?
Are there types of Art that affect you viscerally?
Now I see why I was made a team member at "Purple Tabby"......
Is this a Chinese water torture?
The last post here was 2 February.
So, to keep things growing here, I'll spread a little "Greybeard" fertilizer......take that the way you will!
United Airlines is presently running an ad campaign that centers around "Rhapsody In Blue" by George Gershwin. This piece of music is one of those that touches me somewhere at the very center of my being.
I never tire of hearing it.
I think Rhapsody In Blue may be my favorite, but there are others that will also stop me in my tracks so I can devote full attention to them:
"Fanfare For the Common Man",
The theme for "2001, A Space Odyssey".
Even some Pop/Rock has the ability to nearly bring me to tears:
"Good Vibrations", by the Beach Boys.
"Hollywood Nights", by Bob Seger.
"Nights on Broadway", by the BeeGees.
"Gangsta's Paradise", by Coolio.
I cannot explain why these particular pieces of music affect me the way they do.....and I don't really care. I guess that is why we have "Art" in our lives in it's various forms.
Care to take a stab at explaining it?
Are there types of Art that affect you viscerally?
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