Wednesday, June 30, 2021
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Monday, June 28, 2021
Sunday, June 27, 2021
Saturday, June 26, 2021
Friday, June 25, 2021
OK. I am getting lost. This post was supposed to precede the Royal Sons post, so I have returned the other post, which you may have already read, back to the queue and republished this. I do get in messes from time to time.
We present Johnny Cash and June Carter performing Jackson in an old tv show that looks corny now. They perform with one mic, and I love it. I can understand the words and hum the tune, and it is only 2 minutes long or so. (I will resist commentary on much current music.)
I wonder about the date of that show, but the single mic has me remembering how back in the mid-sixties, some friends and I began a gospel quartet. We sang grouped around one mic of very dubious quality.
We were terrible, and I was the worst of the four, but I filled a need because my voice was low enough to sing the bass part.
I was not good, but I could usually hold a note more or less on key. Now, I can't. I try to sing, mostly to the cat, and my voice wavers all over the place. It's both frustrating and embarrassing because I like to sing my little ditties. I do somewhat better at whistling. I am not sure why there is a difference, but there seems to be.
Thursday, June 24, 2021
The question came up after a recent post where I hadn't got much more than 3 hours sleep but still got out for an early morning photo shoot. "How do you get by with so little sleep?"
I don't know, and I have no choice. Oh, I did have a bit of a choice on that particular morning when I set the alarm to catch the sunrise, but for the most part, I have to be content with 5 hours of sleep (which I don't always get). I feel a bit lucky when I get 6 hours, and every so often (which is an odd phrase since it doesn't happen often) I might get 7.
It is odd because, historically, I have required a fair amount of sleep to function – something like 8 hours with a little bit extra on weekends.
Sue and I would sleep about the same length of time back in those days. But in our more golden years, she has gone one way while I have gone the other. She now needs something close to 10 hours a night while I exist on the hours mentioned above.
She usually heads to bed around 9 o'clock while I stay up until 10:30 or later – often later, like last night when the hockey game didn't end until almost midnight. Still, I was up not much past 5AM whereas on most mornings, I won't see Sue until after 8.
As I have written recently, I do nap on many days, but it is very short, likely 10 minutes or so. Sue sometimes has a little nap too. She will likely have one today because she was up before 7.
I still don't understand it, and I am certainly not always overjoyed with the situation, but it is what it is.
Wednesday, June 23, 2021
Do you do this? Naw, I am probably the only one who wool-gathers almost constantly.
I put a banana in the sink. The skin, I mean, after I was done eating the fruit.
I knew it was time to discard it, and the garbage can is under the sink. So I was in the right region of the kitchen, but I lost my way by thinking of something or other as I turned around. The aforementioned Lost Way just involved me turning around in our narrow kitchen, but my mind went elsewhere in that brief instant of time.
Shortly afterward, I also turned when I didn't need to and opened the fridge in my search for cooking oil which is actually kept in a little cupboard over the stove on the other side. Once again, I remembered item + door, but with my mind having shifted to an unelated something or other, I just opened a random door.
I have done a similar thing enough times while grocery shopping. I reach for an item on the shelf, but somehow I get distracted and grab the item next to it. The wrong item, as it turns out.
Absent-mindedness has always been an issue with me, like the time I kept opening and shutting the same car door. It was after school one day when Sue heard me banging the car door again and again in the driveway.
I had got out of the front seat and made to retrieve my briefcase from the backseat. I opened the door and thought something like, "Oh, I guess I am supposed to lock the back door." I pushed the button down (remember those days?) and shut the door. Then, I would remember the briefcase and rinse and repeat.
Now I am not saying that I repeated this a million times, but I think it took me three tries to actually retrieve the briefcase. I was pretty young then too, so this is not a senility issue, or not just and solely a senility issue.
I know that I blogged about the briefcase incident once before, probably in more detail, but I couldn't find that post today.
At least I think I know that I wrote about it. My problem isn't so much memory but just letting my mind wander off absently and aimlessly in multiple directions.
Tuesday, June 22, 2021
It was a late night with an overtime hockey game in which my team lost although the series is tied. The forecast was for rain in the morning, which would mean heavy cloud cover, so there would likely not be a sunrise. After some dithering, I set my alarm anyway.
And then, I had great trouble getting to sleep. I think I was still awake at 1 o'clock, which did not altogether increase my enthusiasm for an early shoot.
Regardless, my silly self rolled over at 3:57, three minutes before the alarm was set to rouse me, and I was able to turn it off before it might wake Sue as well.
I still wasn't sure about getting up. I checked the sky and saw that there were low clouds that would obscure the rising sun. But I also saw some spaces above the low cloud bank, which could result in a photo op.
Even though I wasn't certain about what I should do, once the idea was in my head, I wasn't about to get back to sleep anyway. I hauled the old bod out of bed, got dressed, made coffee, and headed out.
I drove down a laneway by which farmers could access their fields. It was marked as a road, so I wasn't trespassing.
So it was that I was able to catch some photos of the first rising of the sun after the solstice which occurred close to the previous midnight. I didn't see the sun exactly, but I did see its effects.
on the ground part than what is visible at Blogger resolution.
Monday, June 21, 2021
|Caption on the drink holder:|
I don't need Google.
My Buppa knows everything
Sunday, June 20, 2021
I have a few more photos from the museum gardens that I first posted earlier on Monday: two peony photos and and one clematis.
Saturday, June 19, 2021
Friday, June 18, 2021
It had been 8 months since we last breakfasted at the restaurant with the patio by our beautiful river. Patio dining re-opened just last weekend, and with Father's Day coming up, we seized the opportunity. We often celebrate events like this with breakfast a day or two prior.
Although it was a beautiful day and not too hot, we found a shady spot.
Thursday, June 17, 2021
Argh! Those elusive words, mostly proper nouns! It happens too often in my dotage.
The word in this instance was Milanos, our pizzeria. We order about every 4-6 weeks. And I have such trouble remembering the name. I know that it begins with an M, but although all sorts of M-words pop into my lil noggin, none of them are Milanos. I know well enough that the word pop-ups aren't right but darned if I came come up with the right word. I mean, I usually do remember after awhile, but I gave up the struggle last week and resorted to googling pizzerias in town. As soon as I saw the list, I had it.
At least I still know how to google, eh?
That evening Sue leaned over, showed me this photo on her tablet and asked me if I knew who it was.
Of course, my dear. It is Endora, Samantha's mother in Bewitched, that 60s tv show. I knew it instantly, from 50 years ago!
How come, when I can't remember Milanos?
Later, we were watching British telly: DCI Banks to be precise.
I was able to explain to Sue that the character, Annie Cabot, was in all of the many volumes in the book series but would eventually be dropped from the tv series.
That's not bad recall, is it? I could picture her replacement who would play a different character, but when I tried to tell Sue who it was, the best I could come up with was something like, "the wife of that funny doctor on that tv show."
Sue looked at me in perplexity, but then I was able to say that the doctor was autistic or something like that, and Sue came up with Doc Martin.
Yes yes. That's the one, so I was then able to elaborate. "Well, the woman who replaces Annie Cabot on DCI Banks is played by the same actor as Doc Martin's wife."
Wednesday, June 16, 2021
I understand if you have already grown weary of my early morning pics, but I will probably continue for the present time. The landscape isn't grand, but is is available, and the sites are close by. Doing something keeps me in practice to some degree, even if it is repetitive. Practice is of some value because I think that I almost forgot how to do some things over the long winter.
These photos are from the third pull-off site (my first time), all viewing the same farm.
As I point the camera in different directions I get different colours. I was drawn by the reds in this section of cloud, very close to the rising point.
Sometimes, I change lenses to zoom in on certain areas, but all of these photos were taken with my wide angle lens. My telephoto attempts were not good on this morning.
Until the crops grow, there is a lack of foreground for all of these recent photos although I did get a little from one of the stops. I am hesitant to wade into the tall grasses at the sides of the clearings that I access, for the threat of ticks turns me into a coward. Maybe I will venture into the grasses some day but will tuck my pants into my socks if I do summon the courage.
Lacking foreground. I decided to put myself into one photo.
I may experiment more with this sort of selfie. What I have to do is set up a shot, put the camera on a 10-second delay, and scurry back into the frame. I am not that nimble and don't scurry all that well, but I think I will try again, for I think there is potential.
Tuesday, June 15, 2021
A pleasant surprise greeted me at the drugmart in the early morn when I was picking up a few items.
CAF is back.
Yes, ladies and germs, I do call it CAF although it is actually caffeine free. Despite what my blog friends may think, I do tend to be a tad parsimonious with my words.
I drink DIET during the day and CAF at night, or at least I used to. Then, around the time that the pandemic began, CAF disappeared from the shelves. Apparently, the disappearance was unrelated to COVID but had something to do with scarcity of aluminum.
Does it sound like I drink a lot of COKE? Well, I don't really. I open 2 DIETS/day and 1 CAF in the evening. I try not to finish any of them, so hopefully, I am not consuming any more than 2 cans in total.
I have a chronically weird throat, and very cold COKE feels very good on it at the right time. Perhaps you remember the old commercial about ice cold coke on the back of my throat. Well, it works for me.
I do understand that I am weird.
The reappearance of CAF came just after I had discovered that there is now a sugar-free COKE ZERO. I had purchased one carton and was about to purchase another when I saw that CAF was available.
So, what did I do in its absence for a drink in the evenings over the past year? After some trial and error with root beer, sprite and 7-Up, I settled on ginger ale. It was okay, but I don't prefer diet ginger ale, and I'd rather not consume those calories at night, so it is good to have CAF back.
When I started blogging 17 years ago, I never would have dreamed that I would write a post like this. Although just about any topic can be blogged, that doesn't mean that one should. But I do anyway.
Monday, June 14, 2021
On a rather dull day, I went looking for irises and peonies to photograph. In the garden by the museum, I found irises that were beyond their best by date, so I refrained. The peonies were a little better.