I was planning on a leisurely ramble on the Rail Trail this morning, but when I crossed the footbridge over Fogelsonger Rd. I realized I hadn't visited the lower reaches of Burd Run since the wet Summer had it running full again. So I got off the trail and walked down Fogelsonger Road into the heart of Central Pennsylvania farm country.
It was a good day for a hike, sunny with a deep blue sky and puffy clouds, and although it was humid enough to have my shirt fairly wet with sweat by the time I got home, it wasn't nearly as oppressive as it's been earlier this week. So come walk down Fogelsonger Rd. with me and enjoy the Summer day!
The bridge over Burd Run at the picnic pavilion in Shippensburg University
The barn at the big curve on Fogelsonger Rd.
A farm further up the road
The perfect Summer day in the rolling fields of Central Pennsylvania
After a brief stretch of drier, more moderate weather, we're heading back into the heat and humidity. The day started out mild, but you could feel the humidity building in the air by noon. Still, it was bearable. And there were things to see: a Great Blue Heron fishing in Branch Creek by the King St. bridge; Monarch butterflies everywhere; ditto ducks at the main duck pond in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park; and Wade Asper up on the meadow baling the hay he'd already cut earlier in the week.
Great Blue Heron at King Street
A Monarch butterfly in the Dykeman Spring wetland
A pair of black Indian Runner ducks, a domestic breed
Wade in full baling mode, hoping to beat the storms
Bach wrote three cantatas for the 13th Sunday after Trinity. Today we'll listen to the one with the most interesting history, BWV 164, Ihr, die ihr euch von Christo nennet (You, who call yourselves of Christ, Leipzig 1725). Although this solo cantata was first performed in Bach's third year in Leipzig, it was written much earlier in his career in Weimar; unfortunately it was never performed there because of the death of the young prince Johann Ernst and the mourning period which silenced all music. Thankfully Bach brought it out in public eventually! It has all the characteristics of his Weimar work - simplicity in both style and scoring (due to the access to a smaller group of musicians than he would later have in Leipzig), and a libretto by the poet Salomo Franck. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this cantata:
Perhaps the greatest achievement in Bach’s first year in Leipzig is
the monumental chorus that begins the Cantata BWV 77. There has perhaps
never been such a profound reaction to the parable of the Good Samaritan
in all of art. About ten years before the composition of this work,
Bach wrote an altogether more personal and modest reaction to this parable.
The work was written in Weimar during a period when Bach was expected
to provide service music once a month for the court chapel. The resulting
work, BWV 164, was never performed in Weimar, because soon after its
conception a period of mourning and thus silence was declared for the
tragic death of the young Prince Johann Ernst, who was also one of Bach’s
favorite pupils.
The work was finally first performed in Bach’s third year at Leipzig.
Bach never had a better librettist than his Weimar poet Salomo Franck.
In our cantata today, Franck builds a series of touching and skillful
metaphors: the pair of hands, wringing and open to help the victim;
the weeping eyes, both hypocritical and real; and the heart, hard as
stone or full of compassion. The work begins with a melancholy, rolling
tenor aria with strings, reflecting Christ’s sadness at the hypocrisy
of the professed Christian. The following bass recitative is tougher
in tone and unforgiving in its judgment upon the priest and the Levite.
Bach portrays the mercy of the Samaritan in the alto aria with gorgeous
flutes, which are like a balm after the austerity of the continuo recitative.
Bach then brings back not only the tenor voice but the strings as well,
in a melting and forgiving texture in the accompanied recitative. The
following duet for soprano and bas is a surprise. Mercy and forgiveness
are usually portrayed in music with quiet and soft-edged music. Here
the quicksilver music of all the treble instruments, often in canon
with the bass instruments, creates a rapier lively texture. Notice how
the close canons between the top and bottom instruments sound like the
two open hands moving symmetrically. While it is true that the extraordinary
grand design of the Cantata BWV 77 might have been beyond Bach in this
Weimar period of his career, there is a personal warmth and connection
to the text that is truly heart-warming in this lovely piece.
The Gospel text that all three of Bach's cantatas for the 13th Sunday after Trinity are based on is the parable of the Good Samaritan in Luke, and this particular cantata scolds those who passed by the injured man, and by implication the Christians of Bach's day, for their unloving and hard-hearted response to the man's need. By the end of the work Bach and Franck extoll the loving heart and soul of the true Christian, not only in word but also in the music. I rarely let my political views bleed over into these Sunday Bach posts, but in light of the fact that a certain segment of today's Christian community seems to be emulating the actions of the priest and the Levite in their use of their religion to excuse their hard-heartedness, I thought it appropriate to point out Franck's first verse of the work:
You, who call yourselves of Christ,
where is your mercy,
by which one recognizes Christ's members?
It is, alas, all too far from you.
Your hearts should be rich with love,
yet they are harder than a stone.
It seems that Bach's work still has some relevance in these times!
Today's performance is from a recording by the Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra and Choir under the direction of Ton Koopman. Enjoy!
It rained yesterday and last night, and apparently rained early this morning, and then started raining as I headed home later. Nothing very heavy, just a heavy drizzle/mist that didn't require either a raincoat or an umbrella. It got me damp, but not soaked. And this showed in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park during my walk this morning - things were a little damp.
A few treats during the walk, though. While walking in the wooded part of the wetland I spooked a young Barred Owl, who made quite a noise crashing through the branches to get away from me. It paused for a bit on a branch, which was when I got the one shot below. It was clacking its beak the whole time, which is universal Owl for "I am very unhappy and wish you would go away!" So I did after just one shot. There was also an Appalachian Brown butterfly in the wetland as well. And up on the meadow the patches of Red Clover were attracting a lot of insect attention, including the Cabbage White butterfly I managed to get a good shot of. Come take a look!
Virgin's Bower, in the Clematis family, grows throughout the wetland
Here's the young Barred Owl being very unhappy with me
An Appalachian Brown butterfly in the wetland
The new bridge has weathered enough to blend into the scenery now
Bring out the shining Bach trumpets and tympani for a festive fanfare! The 12th Sunday after Trinity in 18th century Leipzig was also the celebration of the election of the town council, so it was party time, Baroque style. Bach wrote three cantatas for this Sunday, and this is the middle one, and by far one of his most festive - Lobe den Herren, den mächtigen König der Ehren (Praise the Lord, the mighty king of honor, Leipzig 1725). This is a chorale cantata, consisting of variations on the hymn Lobe den Herren, each variation being a transformation of the basic melody in varying keys, creating one of Bach's more "modern" works. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this piece:
Bach’s ability to stand back from the level of depth that he regularly
pursued in his cantata writing and compose a perfectly good occasional
piece has already been noted. The work written for the celebration of
the election of the town council sets the perfect tone for such a public
event. The set of chorale variations, and that is what the cantata BWV
137, “Lobe den Herren” is, is in its own right a perfect piece, and
in one respect the most modern set of variations that Bach ever composed.
Bach’s most famous variations, the Goldbergs and the “Vom Himmel hoch”
variations, remain for the most part in their tonic keys. Even the 30
variations of the Goldbergs are almost exclusively in G with a very
occasional foray into G minor or the relative E minor. “Vom Himmel hoch”
never varies from C Major. This bothered Stravinsky so much that in
his resourceful and ingenious orchestration of the piece he transposed
several of the variations to give the piece more tonal variety. In our
cantata no such imagined problem exists, the tonality of the five movements
is skillfully varied in a way that is very pleasing to modern tastes.
C major, G major, E minor, A minor (with the chorale in C), and C major.
The celebration of the election and its adjacent Sunday, the twelfth
after Trinity, is an event of generalized emotion. Even the miracle
used for the Gospel reading of that Sunday, the curing of the deaf and
dumb man, is without much point or specific theological significance.
Bach chooses for this cantata a great tune, “Lobe den Herren.” It is
a simple melody in four phrases. The first two are identical, the third
moves to the dominant and the fourth, slightly shorter than the other
three rises, triumphantly back to the tonic. The most striking feature
of the melody is the big leap of a fifth in the beginning of the opening
phrase. This trait is, in one way or another, reflected in each of the
five movements.
The first chorus, scored for 3 trumpets, tympani as well as the usual
oboes and strings, begins with a marvelous jaunty melody. The leap of
the sixth in the second bar is clearly inspired by the big leap in the
chorale tune, and becomes one of the signal features of the chorus.
The catchy syncopated figure in the first bar generates a rhythmic drive
the carries us through the whole movement. The chorus enters imitatively
in the lower three voices in a melody based upon the opening. The leap
of a sixth is charmingly awkward when sung and has an appealing yodeling
sound. The third phrase of the chorale is sung in a block-like style,
the fourth returns to imitation and provides a perfect tonal return
to the opening idea.
The 2nd verse is an alto aria with violin obbligato. The chorale appears
almost unadorned in the voice while the violin plays sweet and lyrical
figurations, still influence by the melody. The leap of the sixth in
the first bar refers unmistakably back to the first movement. This is
one of the chorale movements that Bach chose to arrange for organ and
publish in his Schübler Chorales.
The duet #3 for two oboes, soprano and bass goes deepest of any movement
in the cantata. The oboes and voices, in pairs, always enter in canon
with each other. Unlike the tour de force of the duet in Cantata BWV
9, the canon breaks down part of the way throughout the passage. There
is a sense of complexity and depth that the previous two movements do
not have. Bach varies the first and second phrases, something that has
not happened in the first two movements, by having a different voice
lead the canon. What is perhaps most distinctive in the movement is
that the last two phrases are repeated, giving the movement a kind of
symmetry that none of the others has. It is interesting that this is
the only passage in the whole chorale text that has any darkness to
it “In wieviel Not, Hat nicht der gnädige Gott, Über der Flügel gebreitet!”
The tenor aria with continuo is wonderful display of tonal control.
The piece is firmly in a minor but the chorale played on the trumpet
is in C. It begins with one of Bach’s great “whiplash” motoric figures.
Obviously the big leaps relate to the opening. The wonderful slurred
scale passages go up and down in no particular order giving the movement
terrific energy. The tenor part acts like a prelude to the dazzling
entrance of the trumpet on the unadorned chorale. There is a marvelous
tension between the tonality of the aria and the tonality of the chorale.
One example is with the last chorale entrance. The C major scale of
the trumpet is wonderfully under cut by the A minor scale of the voice
part. The chorale is not even allowed to cadence in C major, but the
action is propelled through the long-delayed (12 bar) vocal cadence
in a minor. The seven -voice setting of the final chorale, with independent
trumpet parts brings the piece to a triumphant conclusion.
Two subjects that caught my eye while out walking this morning. I had intended to do a photo shoot in the Burd Run riparian restoration project park, but the place is still trashed from all the flooding earlier, and some of my favorite places to photograph there are still under water or are still so soggy as to be impassable. If I had worn my high rubber boots I might have attempted it, but mink-oiled leather work boots weren't gonna make it in that mess! Meanwhile, two shots of interest.
It's still very humid, and five minutes' walking will have your shirt totally soaked. But still we walk! There was plenty to see in spite of all that, including a young bunny trying to hide in the tall grass, ducks on the duck pond, more late Summer flowers blooming, and some pretty dramatic skies. Come see!
A young Eastern Cottontail eyeing me warily from the shelter of tall grass
Moth Mullein along the Dykeman Walking Trail
You can tell it's August - the Monarchs reign supreme in the park
Bach wrote three cantatas for the eleventh Sunday after Trinity, and this year I've chosen his first one written for this Sunday in his new job as kapellmeister in Leipzig - BWV 179, Siehe zu, daß deine Gottesfurcht nicht Heuchelei sei (See to it that thy fear of God be not hypocrisy, Leipzig 1723). This is a marvelous work, with Bach showing off for his new bosses, with both nods to the past and indications of what's to come in the future. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this beautiful piece:
The striking humility of Paul in the 15th chapter of his letter to the
Corinthians, and Jesus’ promise that the humble will be exalted and
that the mighty will be laid low, give this cantata a ferocious rejection
of pomposity and of self-righteousness. The marvelous motet-style movement
that begins Cantata BWV 179 calls for only string doubling of the voice
parts. The first line of text warns of hypocrisy; the second warns not
to serve God with a false heart. Hypocrisy is portrayed in a tantalizing
colorful manner, warm and tempting. The “false heart” is chromatic and
harrowing. There is an inner, complex emotional life to this movement
that goes beyond the words. Certainly the various musical and verbal
combinations give the piece a dramatic trajectory that cannot be seen
by a mere reading of the text. For instance, the restatement of the
theme against the “false heart” bass, leading down to a frankly thrilling
dominant pedal point, gives the piece a thrust and passionate surge
not found in the biblical ideas. One must quickly say that Bach’s arrangement
of this music as the Kyrie of his G major mass is no more specifically
suited to the words. The situation is reminiscent of certain Brahms
songs where the words seem to be a jumping-off point for the composer’s
considerable fantasy, rather than organic to the musical form and content.
The tenor secco recitative has a kind of heightened emotion and hysterical
quality that both sets up the aria and relates tot he thunderous Lutheranism
of the text. The orchestral introduction to the aria has two main motives:
a slashing appoggiatura figure that appears in four sequences and a
more sedate, almost monotonous, figure that has the effect of moderating
the opening. It is curious that the voice only takes up the first idea.
The second appears only in the opening and closing passages of the orchestra.
Again, once senses a hidden, purely musical agenda. The aria is full
of wonderful things. Notice the sweet, almost saccharine, turn to the
major at the “outward fairness” of the hypocrites, music as unctuous
as Ted Haggart’s smile. For all of its power the aria is quite short,
almost condensed in its feeling.
The secco bass recitative turns the attention from the hypocrite to
the tax collector. The two major ideas of the text, the example of the
tax collector and the assurance that we too will be forgiven, are skillfully
set out with similarly active continuo cadential figures. What can read
like a jumble on the page becomes here very clear.
Up to this point, the cantata has been a collection of marvelous but
rather confusing music, highly characterized but mysterious. The soprano
aria is so direct and deeply felt that it sweeps away all doubts. Two
dark and burnished oboes da caccia (here played by English Horns) play,
mostly in tight overlapping sequences, figures fraught with suspensions
and harrowing harmonic turns. The beginning tutti is one of the most
exotic and gorgeous things in all of Bach; but it is also specifically
suited to the anguished outcries of the soprano begging for forgiveness.
The whole aria is dominated by the downward motion of the beginning
lines. That motion not only illustrates the extreme contrition of the
text but specifically the last line “I sink into the deep slime.” Up
to this point in the cantata the text has moved along quite quickly,
in the aria, chorus and also the recitatives. Here there is a slow-motion
quality to both the declamation and the musical ideas. There is a kind
of grandeur to the stately sequences at the words “My sins sicken me.”
What was condensed, almost epigrammatic in the tenor aria and the chorus
becomes here broad and expressive.
The setting of the chorale, “Wer nur den lieben Gott lässt walten” is
unusually rich. The inner voice writing is as detailed and independent
as almost any in all of the cantata chorales. Particularly, the appearance
of the two-sixteenth plus eighth figure in the alto at the beginning
and in the tenor at the beginning of the Abgesang functions almost like
a leitmotif. This technique is particularly appropriate to the density
of meaning of the whole cantata.
Today's performance is a special treat, part of a performance on BBC from St. David's Cathedral in Wales by Sir John Eliot Gardiner conducting the English Baroque Orchestra and the Monteverdi Choir. Enjoy!
After finding all those butterflies in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park yesterday, I decided to head over to the Burd Run wetland at Brookside Ave. today, which is usually a treasure trove of butterflies. Well... There were lots of Cabbage Whites, but not much else as far as butterflies go. But there was a plethora of dragonflies there today. It was tough getting shots of them because they rarely sit still for long (except for the Ebony Jewelwing we start out with; they can usually be found perched next to water), but some were obliging enough for me to get some decent shots. Not the Eight-spotted Skimmer I followed around for close to 20 minutes; I just couldn't get that brat into focus! Oh well... Meanwhile, I did manage to get some decent shots of other critters.
An Ebony Jewelwing damselfly hanging out by one of the wetland's many streamlets
A Cabbage White butterfly on Goldenrod
A Blue Dasher dragonfly balancing on the tip of a dead reed
After an odder-than-usual Summer thus far, August is turning out to be the usual August. It's hot, hazy, and humid, piling up the cumulonimbus clouds over the mountains and threatening thunderstorms in the afternoon. Not that those will cool things off; the ground is hot and all the rain will do is make things even steamier. But what this atmosphere does more than anything else is push out the late Summer flowers, and the butterfly population explodes. The Joe Pye bushes in the wetland and the Red Clover and Queen Anne's Lace in the meadow has attracted a cloud of butterflies to the Dykeman Spring Nature Park - the usual Cabbage Whites, Clouded Sulphurs, and Silver-Spotted Skippers are practically swarming, and now the Swallowtails and the Monarchs have arrived on the scene as well. The air is busy with wings, and I managed to capture some with the camera on my weekly Sunday walk.
This Eastern Tiger Swallowtail was nearly as big as my hand and seemed to be enjoying the Joe Pye Weed
A Long Dash skipper butterfly was taking a breather by the side of the north duck pond
The Silver-spotted Skippers were dashing about like crazy, but this one seemed content to sit still and have its portrait taken
A Monarch up on the meadow
This Spicebush Swallowtail fluttered by me just as I was leaving the park at the east end of the meadow
Bach wrote three cantatas for the tenth Sunday after Trinity, and I've chosen the earliest to listen to today - BWV 46, Schauet doch und sehet, ob irgendein Schmerz sei (Look and see if there is any pain, Leipzig 1723). This is a small but magnificent cantata, and much of it was later recycled to be used in Bach's liturgical masterpiece, the Mass in B minor. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this magnificent cantata:
All of Bach’s cantatas for the
Tenth Sunday after Trinity relate the prediction of
the destruction of Jerusalem (in Luke 19: 41-48) to
its first Testament antecedents, the Lamentations of
Jeremiah and the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Our cantata today is the most direct of the three written
for that Sunday. It opens with an impressive, one might
say overwhelming, setting of the familiar passage from
the Lamentations of Jeremiah. Two recorders playing
in thirds at the top of their range dominate the opening
texture. The music for the opening was later arranged
by Bach for the “Qui tollis” in the B Minor
Mass. As impressive as that movement is, our version
has a direct connection not only to the meaning of
the text but the actual sound of the text. The slightly
hooty sound of the vowels in the first word Schauet provides a haunting resonance to the string and recorder
texture. The addition of the slide trumpet and the
two tenor-range oboes da caccia to the texture later
in the movement further increases the hollow, almost
haunted quality of the movement. The second half of
the chorus is taken up by a thorny and extraordinarily
text-specific fugue. The theme of this fugue is one
of the most harrowingly difficult, both to sing and
to hear in all of Bach. Bach waits a long time before
introducing the instrumental doublings in this fugue,
almost as if to show that the people are alone to blame
for their fate.
The two recorders continue their same wailing lines
in the accompaniment to the tenor recitative. The recitative
is divided into three parts; first is the description
of the destroyed city of Jerusalem. The second part
makes it clear that because of our sins it would be
better if our city had been razed to the ground. The
third section predicts God’s vengeance.
The stunning, stormy bass aria with trumpet and strings
is one of the most dramatic things in all of Bach.
Trumpet fanfares vie and play in canon with the bass
voice and the repeated notes of the strings. The igniting
of the lightning of vengeance is palpable in the roaring
of the orchestral texture. The cracks of lightning
can be heard in the precipitous stops and starts in
the rhythmic continuity.
The alto recitative personalized the threat of destruction.
The aria that follows is in shocking contrast to the
bass aria. Recorders and the two oboes da caccia play,
without a bass line, tortured and gnarly lines. The
alto doesn’t so much sing as stammer her fearful
part. Gradually we see and hear that the winds are
a shield and protector against the devastation. The
little miniature storm is like a Bonsai version of
the bass aria. The recorders continue their wailing
in the extraordinary harmonization of “O großer
Gott von Treu” which ends the cantata. While
there is some sense of resolution in the alto aria,
this gesture makes it clear that the sense of lamentation
continues to permeate the whole work.
There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born. It is serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. It is the mother of the universe. For lack of a better name, I call it the Tao.
It flows through all things, inside and outside, and returns to the origin of all things.
The Tao is great. The universe is great. Earth is great. Man is great. These are the four great powers.
Man follows the earth. Earth follows the universe. The universe follows the Tao. The Tao follows only itself.
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 25 Translation by Stephen Mitchell
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Keeping Kids Involved in Pagan Practice
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As the modern Pagan movement progresses and evolves, the Pagan community
has grown to encompass people of all age levels. Those who discovered
Paganism as ...
No Unsacred Place is Closing Its Doors
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Good day, all. This is Lupa, editor for No Unsacred Place. You may have
noticed that we have not had any new posts for a few weeks, to include our
Wordless...
Psychotic Decorating on a Shoestring
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We moved into our tiny retirement home in Florida a little over a year and
a half ago. The home was much in need of love and updates, so we rolled up
our ...
Replace
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Ssrsh Kliff analyzes the long-awaited Republican alternative to the
Affordable Care Act.
Sam Baker writes that the plan is for people to pay more for th...
Three Dogs
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THREE DOGS
A long shoot and we were all exhausted. I called for a break. Everyone
collapsed, including me, on the floor. Suddenly, I saw this. "Don't ...
410 - Rod Picott
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SONG 410
WRITTEN BY Rod Picott
PERFORMED BY Rod Picott
APPEARS ON Welding Burns (2011)
About a year ago I'm sitting in Ashland Coffee & Tea in Ashla...
Pompe Stevens, Enslaved Artisan
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I have a new article up at Common-place, exploring the history of enslaved
artisans like Pompe Stevens. The main argument is that modern museums
(particu...
On my side of the sky
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I woke to the smell of spring drifting through an open window. Just that.
The crushing nausea and the pain I that I had known for days was an arms
reach aw...
all day i hear the noise of waters
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All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.
The ...
An Independent Wild Hunt
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We at the Patheos Pagan channel bid The Wild Hunt much luck in its new
phase as an independent website. To catch the latest from TWH, please check
out wild...
Wine That Stands Up to Pesto
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It's officially summer. Unofficially, it's basil season. Right now, I am
overwhelmed with the stuff. Pictured to the left is one of my behemoth
basil plan...
Jewish Atlantic World Database Live on the Web!
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The Jewish Atlantic World Database is now open and free to use! In the
collection, you will find over 5,000 images related to Jewish life in early
America...
AS PROMISED: ADVICE COLUMN THE FIRST:
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Hi Ruth , Here’s my question. From reading your blog, you appear to be just
about the most self-assured person I’ve ever seen. How do you conquer fear?
I h...
Looking for Wintering Hawks in Addison county Vt
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I have been looking for wintering hawks for a few years now and it is
still
as much fun as it was that first winter. This winter was no different even
wi...
Project 29:2
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[image: Project 29:2 by kevmanking13]
Project 29:2, a photo by kevmanking13 on Flickr.
Morgan, crying cause mommy is in the bathroom. She has mommy-itis goi...
Once, long ago, there was a Monday from hell
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One Monday morning I woke up from a very light night of sleep with a
terrible headache. I hardly ever get headaches so I knew the day wasn’t
going to...
byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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.....I think the time has come to acknowledge that I'm not actually
blogging any more.....
PLUS
I'm off on Sunday for a Big Adventure Down Under, with L...
Poe, Poe, Pitiful Me... or Us... or Something...
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The party... That is, the *partnership... *is *not* over!
(Silver Fox here, fellow babies.)
Ever since Skip and I torpedoed... I mean, *retired*... the o...
A few recommendations...
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This is an article by Kathy W. that I really liked on Gather.com.... well
worth reading, and following some of the links, even.... Dad's Brain, which
tells...
Today, My Toaster Spoke To Me
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*Today My Toaster Talked To Me*
Today my toaster spoke to me,
Of all of the things that she could see --
A spoon-rest, the stove
The microwave,
the mi...