Friday, November 18, 2016

The Joys of Aging

Getting old is a royal pain in the nether regions. The systems start acting up more and more. Bits and pieces of the machinery that were just getting by begin to sputter and complain. For the few who hit their 70’s and still climb mountains and dance marathons it can be a blast I suppose, but Himself and I have never been those hardy sorts and it seems we never will be.

What happens instead? One becomes well acquainted with clinic and hospital waiting rooms either waiting for your own procedure or waiting while the spouse receives one. We are learning to carry pocket schedulers again - not for the business meetings but for the various appointments as medical science seeks to probe, diagnose, measure, analyze, and possibly treat the various ailments that have begun to arise.

Today is one of “those days” as we leave our home in the boonies to drive to the nearest “large” town. Himself gets an ultrasound. I get an event monitor.

The doctors get a chunk of our savings.

We probably also add more listings to the schedule.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Music, music, music!


This morning I wanted to listen to polkas. I don’t know why other than it seemed the right sort of music to accompany the handwork I was doing.

Polka music is something from my youth - like The Beatles. My music roots go back all over the place. They branch out to the sounds of the Big Band era that I heard listening to my Mom’s old 78rpm records. They stretch to classical that I heard on a radio station in my pre-teens. And they have a firm grasp on the music I heard over the radio when my family lived for a time in Wisconsin. Polkas. Happy, bouncy, energetic, filled with tubas pumping the rhythm and accordions tootling the melody. I think that music jumped the pond from Europe and landed with a sweet ker-plunk-plunk right in the middle of north America.

So today I listened to Frankie Yankovic for the basics and then to a group called Brave Combo that holds onto the roots but reaches out into a more modern fun place. I embellished with just a bit of Klezmer music that still maintains the beat with a different twist. All that bouncy stuff kept my hands and my heart busy.

Tomorrow may bring ear worm music that my sleeping brain dredged up overnight. Or maybe a dip back into some old R&R hiding on my iPad. Or maybe… nothing at all. Just the sound of morning.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Two for One


I started off the day with the Elmer Fudd version of FIRE running around and around in my head.

I got rid of it with a Joe Diffie tune:


I’m not sure there was all that much improvement. But then earworms can’t really be improved upon. Merely exchanged, one for another!


Thursday, September 22, 2016

My Learning Curve is a Valley



I try to be a “with it” grandmother. This requires a good deal of effort sometimes to suppress my nearly seventy year old’s exclamations of dismay over clothes, make-up, hairstyles… and politics. But it gets the good fight.

Himself and I were in on the early days of the computer revolution and have had computers on our individual desks for many decades. He continues to be up-to-date while I have slowly slid backward into a technological pit. I still manage to blog and I keep up my presence and long-distance relationships on Facebook and I cherish my iPad and use it daily - mostly to play games. When the grandkids started talking about Minecraft I was interested but it has taken me a while to actually download the app and give it a look-see.

Oh dear.

Havoc has ensued. In just an hour I’ve dug innumerable holes like some sort of crazed super-mole and left behind numerous hunks of wall in random scattered places on the landscape. Himself has rushed off to find some sort of basic instruction manual or tutorial for me before I begin yanking out miscellaneous wads of hair only some of which may be mine. Isn’t there a saying nowadays about getting help with such things from a four year old? 

And yet another Ear Worm

Some earworms last longer than others. This one has been tootling around inside my head for two full days with no sign of a let-up.




C'mon, someone out there must have one they could share that might drive this one out of MY head?

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Another (blasted) Earworm

I did this one to myself so at least it didn't arise unbidden from my deep dark infamous past.

A friend was visiting yesterday and among the chatting we did the subject of music, interspersed with my fussing over the new iOS 10 update, I played a few songs on my iPad for her. This was one of them and it has been whirling around in my head ever since.

Baby's Got the Car Keys

(Thank you daughter!)


Friday, September 9, 2016

Earworm

Sometimes a song comes into my head I haven’t heard in 3 or 4 decades. This is one of those. I woke up this morning singing “Paddlin’ Madelin’ Home” Go figure!