Her journey is over...

Patricia, Pam and Clara at the house in West Plains
Patricia, Clara and Debbie in Maui, Hawaii
Clara (left), with her sister Bertha and two of their brothers on the family farm near White Church, Missouri
Pam's mother, Clara Smith, passed away this morning. She would have been 95 this coming March. Alzheimers is a cruel disease... but it's good to know that she is free now. This has been a long time coming, so it wasn't anything that was sudden or unexpected, but it's still a sad and difficult thing when it finally happens. Good bye Clara, thank you for being a part of my life all these years. I miss you. We all do.

After-image

Here it comes...

Image from the National Weather Service site (NOAA) from around 2:00am February 1, 2011 showing the mass of weather streaming up from Texas and Oklahoma into southwest Missouri. It's 27 degrees with light rain & sleet.

8:00am Tuesday update: I haven't bothered to measure it, but it looks like we have gotten about an inch to an inch and a half of sleet so far, and it's still coming down. Apparently that's just the base for what is coming later today. Debbie texted Pam at a little before 4:00 to say that they couldn't go any further (they were at Vinita and their windshield wipers kept freezing up and they couldn't see). They will wait there till daylight to try to make it the rest of the way here. Yuck. Our office is closed today, thankfully, and schools all over the area have called off classes. I'll be surprised if they even have school Thursday or Friday, as much snow as they are calling for, and the bitterly cold temperatures coming. It's starting out to be onehellofa week. Oh... and Pam just announced that the snow has arrived. Oh yeah... there it is. Pretty (ugh).

Oh JOY!

Sometimes it's just so hard to choose. A wonderful, sunny 78 degrees and sand between our toes... or this
Well... the National Weather Service site pretty much says it all, as you can see. Our winter storm is on its way. If it's going to do it, it may as well be a doozie. None of this messin' around with a half inch of snow. Lets go for a foot! What the heck.

Monday evening (January 31st) weather update: we are now under a blizzard warning. Snow totals have been ramped up a bit, also. They are talking a foot to 15 inches just to our north... probably as close as Bolivar & Stockton Lake. High winds, very cold temps for the next few days. I'm still a bit skeptical about the snow totals, but who knows... They are saying that the snow really isn't going to kick in till early tomorrow morning, but we could see sleet and freezing rain after midnight. It's 10:30 now, it's drizzling, and the temperature is standing at 32 degrees. Tomorrow morning at 6:30, I don't want there to be any doubt as to whether or not I should even bother pulling the car out of the garage. Somehow, though, I don't think that's going to happen. Pam is over at the Manor with her mom... so she has to be out in this awful weather, dangit. And Debbie and Tracy are driving up from Durant tonight, right along the storm track.

The ravens and the lion...

Early Sunday morning... maybe 4:00 or so, I woke up from a dream. There was a fragment of it that was very intriguing to me, and so I made a point to remember it before I fell back to sleep. When I got up that morning, I wrote down the images that I had retained from it.

I was the observer of a small drama unfolding before me. I was in a desert-like place... (fairly barren and sandy, as much of it as I could see) and I was watching two ravens standing next to a burrow in the ground, which was maybe 10 inches across. They were waiting for small birds to come out of the hole, so they could eat them. Two robin-sized birds came out and perched themselves at the edge of the hole, across from the ravens, facing away from them. One of the ravens began to taunt the robins... and was jabbing them with its beak and pulling at their feathers. Just being a bully. At that point, a lion (yes... a regular, big lion) emerged from the hole, and started to walk away. I was wondering why he didn't do something about the ravens, but then he turned around and looked at me, and told me, without speaking "this is not my fight... and this isn't my concern". And then he was gone. A small sparrow hopped out of the burrow, and one of the ravens snatched it up in his beak and swallowed it whole. Then I woke up.

Friday Night At Cody's South...

Our band Sock Monkey will be playing at Cody's South this Friday night (January 21, 2011). Cody's is located in the Steeplechase Center at 1440 East Republic Road, Springfield. We will be kicking it off at around 8:00 or 8:15. Cody's has really good burgers & fries... come in for supper and stay for Sock Monkey! You'll have a great time... I promise.
And no... we don't have a new live recording coming out soon on cassette, that's just a cool looking promo that Rus put together. However, we will be going into the studio here in the next couple of weeks to record a few tunes! I can't wait! As soon as they are mixed down, we will post them on our website. Stay tuned... there's a lot coming up this year for Sock Monkey!

Snowy day in the Ozarks

This is the wintry view from my office window here in Ozark this morning. Most people are moving slow down 3rd Street today. It's one of those days when I think I would rather be home puttering around the house and sipping a cup of hot cocoa. Oh well...
In Springfield the snow didn't start falling till sometime overnight. When I got up at around 5:45 there was maybe an inch on the ground, but it has fallen steadily since then. They have quite a bit more to our north. Schools are closed all over the Ozarks today. It is pretty.

A really good night

Compared to some people, I really haven't been to that many concerts. As I've mentioned before, when I was younger, the opportunities to see any touring rock shows were few and far between. But over the years, I have had the good fortune to be present for a few really amazing concert experiences. And one of the coolest of those came on June 19th, 1985. I was backstage at Red Rocks Amphitheatre in Denver, for a stellar evening of blues with Albert King, BB King and Stevie Ray Vaughan.

In the mid '80s when we were living in Colorado Springs, our band had a road manager named Jerry Pope. We met Jerry several years earlier while playing at the Sheraton in Bossier City, Louisiana, and became friends. Jerry was a good guy... a big, laid back, former pro football player, who cultivated friendships with a number musicians and managers and support personnel in the music business, mainly in the South. One of those friendships was with a lady who was "dating" the legendary blues guitarist BB King. I don't know all of the details of their relationship, but from what I can recall, BB King leased his tour busses from her, and she and BB were "very close". She knew that Jerry Pope was living in Colorado at the time, and let him know that she could get backstage passes for him, for the upcoming show at Red Rocks. He asked if the guys in our band could go also. She said no problem.
On the afternoon of the show, Ron Wesley & I, along with our good friend Jon Kennedy and his buddy Kelly Winters, piled into Jon's car and headed for Denver. We followed Jerry in his car to the hotel where BB King was staying. A few minutes after pulling into the hotel parking lot, Jerry appeared with the passes and said... "BB is just about to leave for the show... we have to follow his limo to the venue so we can park backstage. If you lose him, you're on your own". As soon as the limo pulled out, it was like Mr. Toad's Wild Ride... trying to keep up with BB's car in 75 MPH traffic across south Denver, to Morrison, about 30 miles to the west. When we arrived at Red Rocks we were directed to the backstage parking area where the tour busses park. Albert King was almost to the end of his set when we made our way to the backstage area, stage right. Being in the midst of all that was like a dream come true. I loved every minute of it! The only thing that would have made it better, is if we had been there to play. Looking out at that huge crowd from the edge of the stage was absolutely thrilling. BB King put on a great show that night, and afterwards, I got to meet the man. I shook his hand and told him how honored I was to meet him. He was just as he had always appeared to be... patient and gracious, and larger than life.

And then came Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble...

I stood in the wings of the stage and watched as he ripped through two hours of blistering rocked-up blues. Texas Flood... Love Struck Baby... Pride and Joy... Look At Little Sister... Change It... and stunning versions of Hendrix' Little Wing and Voodoo Chile (Slight Return). You have to be kind of a musical equipment geek to appreciate this part, but his guitar tech was set up right next to where we were, stage right, and I can remember looking at him at one point in the show and he was tuning one of Stevie's guitars. Not just any guitar... this was #1, The First Wife, Stevie's famous, beat up old sunburst Strat. And I thought to myself, this can't be real, here I am standing less than 4 feet from this legendary guitar, and I look to the stage, and Stevie turns around to his Marshall stacks and kicks the plexiglass sound screens to one side so he could hear himself better, I'm guessing. And it is loud. Yup, this is real. The whole night was just amazing. When the show was over, and the crowd was filtering out of the stands, and the roadies had begun to pack everything away, I walked cautionsly out onto the stage, behind Chris Layton's drumset and stood there for a moment taking in the sight. That was a good night. A very good night.

Concerts

Thanksgiving day we were at my brother's house, and we started talking about all the concerts we have been to over the years... the first one, our favorites. It was fun hearing about all of those memorable shows.

The first concert I can recall going to was Buddy Rich and his Big Band, playing at (of all places) Cabool, Missouri High School. I'm pretty sure it was in the winter of 1972-73; my first year of junior high band. It was actually a pretty big deal to be able to see such a huge name performer so close to home, in rural southern Missouri. From what I can remember of it, it was an excellent concert. The band was the best of the best in the contemporary jazz world, and Buddy, of course, just brought the house down with his drumming. I'm glad that I got the opportunity to hear him play live, but honestly, as a drummer, he was on another planet. Jazz and swing is great, but Rock 'n Roll was the music that I wanted to be a part of!

Living in West Plains, Missouri, we didn't get very many chances to see touring bands. You had to travel at least 100 miles, to Springfield, or Little Rock, Memphis, Kansas City or St. Louis. That just didn't come along very often. But I got my first chance in the summer of 1974, when I was 15 years old. In early June of that year they started showing ads on the Springfield TV stations for the Winter Holiday Jam, with headliners Rick Derringer and the Edgar Winter Group. I was a fan of Edgar Winter, and had their latest album They Only Come Out At Night, and Rick Derringer's All American Boy, so I was excited to know they would be playing in Southwest Missouri! I felt like the time was right to ask Mom & Dad if I could go. They said yes.
My good friend Greg Lowe asked his grandparents, who lived in Springfield, to get tickets for us. I can just imagine Greg's grandma Lipscomb walking into Kaleidoscope (back then it was a record store and head shop) and asking for two tickets to the big rock & roll show coming to town.
When the day arrived, July 6th, Dad drove Greg and I up to Springfield. He dropped us off at the entrance to the fairgrounds, with a stern warning, I'm sure, to behave ourselves, and instructions on where and when to meet him, once the show was over. The concert was held at the Fairgrounds Motor Speedway, on the north side of the city. Walking through those gates, wading through the crowds of young people everywhere and seeing that huge stage for the first time was an awesome experience. The sights and sounds (and aromas) of that day will always be fondly remembered. The show began with a local R&B/funk horn band called Granny's Bathwater, followed by the band Poco. Poco put on a good, rousing performance. The band included bass player Timothy B. Schmit, who would go on to join the Eagles a few year later. I remember their closing number... the pedal steel player, Rusty Young, had his pedal steel down on its side at the edge of this 20 foot high stage, just playing the fool out of it. It sounded like a distorted, crazy slide guitar solo. It was good. Then Came the headliner, The Edgar Winter Group. They opened the show with Free Ride, and went from there playing most of the tunes off of their last two albums, including Frankenstein... Edgar yelled to the audience "are you ready for the monster?!" In the middle of the show, Rick Derringer did about 30 minutes worth of material from his various albums, also. It was a very good "first" concert, and quite an eye-opening experience.
In the two photos above, I've got my ticket stub from the concert... and the print copy is from the December 6th, 1973 edition of Rolling Stone Magazine, announcing the kick-off of the Edgar Winter Group's tour in support of the album They Only Come Out At Night.

Resolve

RESOLVE
verb - To come to a definite or earnest decision about; determine (to do something).
noun - A resolution or determination made, as to follow some course of action. Firmness of purpose or intent.

That beautiful painting, or piece of hand-thrown pottery you own... the one you discovered while strolling among the vendors at an art fair, the one that stood out among all the other pieces, was made by someone who could no longer deny their need to create. They chose to embrace the artist in them selves. It would seem that some have been doing it their entire life. It didn't occur to them to even question whether it was the right path. It was like choosing whether to breathe or not (at least early in their careers). I envy those people. For many musicians, dancers, sculptors, painters, photographers, and so forth, their art is their identity.
And then there is the other type... like me. I have an artistic drive, and a very real need to create. But unlike those who have made their art their life, I have always taken a much more conservative approach. Other than the years that I played my drums for a living, my artistic endeavors have been made in baby steps... uncertain of my abilities, and always mindful of reality and my responsibilities. Though often admired or even envied, pursuing a career in the arts is not what most would consider to be a "stable" way of life; and I think you could probably get 9 out of 10 working artists to agree with you on that. The only reason the last one was a holdout was because sales on her Etsy site were particularly good that week (ha).

I think what I really need, is someone to just give me a big shove right off this safe rock I've been perched on for so long.

That was something I wrote just a couple of months ago, in a post I titled Nudge. It was about finding inspiration in other peoples' art, and the need to actually make time to explore my own creativity. Give it it's due. I don't normally make New Year's Resolutions. I have found over the years that they really don't have much substance. But I am actually going to give it a try this year. We never know what tomorrow will bring; that is a given, so the best we can do is set our plans in motion and hope that fate is on our side. I have resolved that I will take this coming year and use every opportunity to honestly and earnestly explore my artistic talents. I realize that the only one who can shove me off of my safe rock, is me. I'll never know unless I try, so this year I am going to focus on my creativity, and see what comes of it. I especially enjoy making pottery, and painting in acrylics. That's where my focus will be, for now.
I think I'm ready to leap off of that rock. But carefully... I don't want to twist my ankle.

A walk in the sugar forest

The Enchanted PeePs Christmas Tree Forest!
Too... much... SUGAR.

Funny side note. Pam's sister, Debbie, has a little grandson who has been visiting us for the last couple of day... cute kid. Anyway, Debbie got these Christmas tree PeePs for him and gave him one. He didn't want it, so Pam split it in two and figured the dogs would enjoy a special sweet treat (we give them pancakes occasionally). When she gave the PeeP to them, they didn't know what to make of it. This can't be food. They spit it out!... Zeke, our older dog, went back and tried again, and just couldn't bring himself to actually eat it. Gabriel, our goofy white lab mix, finally decided he was going to give it his best shot, and eventually chewed them up and swallowed them, but Pam said he looked like he was kind of having a tough time of it most of the way. I will probably toss the rest of them into the composting bin in the garden, but I'm wondering if the bacteria will even have anything to do with them. Kinda like McDonald's french fries, or a Twinkie. They don't decompose. Scary.

OK... let's wrap it up here people!

The scene: our kitchen this morning at approximately 6:10. I am sitting at the table, half asleep, eating a bowl of cereal... getting ready to leave the house for work. Pam breezes in (I'm pretty sure she's been up since 5:00, at least, and has probably already done step-aerobics and a half hour of yoga... hmmmmm)

Pam: "I think I'm going to take the tree down today".
Del: "really?... today?... well, OK."
I tell you, that woman doesn't mess around. But actually, that may not be such a bad idea. I had already made plans to take the outside Christmas lights down this coming weekend, weather permitting... even the (no longer) ice-encased lights wrapped around the tree in the front yard.
Last year, I think I ended up taking down the last of the outside decorations in March... maybe May?... I know it was a month that starts with 'M'. Hey, sometimes you just don't want that special feeling of the holidays to end. But I must admit that it was time for the lighted snowflakes on the garage to go once our big Bradford Pear tree next to the driveway started to bloom and leaf out. So maybe January 1st is as good a day as any to get that taken care of. But I'm pretty sure that when I get home this afternoon, the Christmas tree will be back in the box, ready to seal and store away for another year. That's alright, just because the tree has been packed away, doesn't mean Christmas is over. I think there's still some spiked eggnog in the frig. Cheers! On to 2011!

Christmastime!

The top picture was taken at Granny & Papaw's house in Thayer... probably 1966 or '67. That's my sister Donna at left, with our cousin Angela in her lap, and her brother David, below. I'm next over, then my sister Diane and big brother, Dan.
The bottom picture is Me and Smokey at our house in West Plains... sometime in the late 1960s. I always thought that this picture was taken on Christmas morning, but my big sister thinks it is from Christmas Eve. And she's probably right (of course... who would debate the wisdom of their older siblings?) So anyway, the reasoning being; normally on Christmas morning we didn't get to see the tree or presents until it was time to open them. We four kids were confined to our bedrooms and a long hallway leading to the living room. Mom & Dad would hang a sheet or something across the hallway, so we couldn't see the tree or the gifts that Santa had left us. It was torture, but we loved it... it just built the excitement. They would intentionally take their time... drink a cup of coffee and maybe have a little something to eat, and all the time we were back there giggling and running back & forth from our bedrooms to the end of the hallway. No peeking! Finally they would say "alright... you can come on in!" and it was controlled crazy time in the house for the next half hour. Dad would sit on the floor, and we would all pick our spot and wait for him to slide our presents across the floor to us. In a matter of minutes, the entire living room was occupied with piles of colorful, shredded wrapping paper. And Smokey loved Christmas almost as much a we did, because she got to play in the paper. What good memories.

I'm Dreaming of a...

Icy Christmas? No... that's not how the song goes. We woke up this fine morning of Chritmas Eve to a thin coating of ice; just enough to make the roads questionable. Fortunately the temperature is hovering right at freezing, so as the day progresses I'm sure the temperature will climb just enough to melt most of this. They are calling for a wintery mix all day... a cold rain, ice, sleet, and eventually snow. As it looks now, I don't think it's going to be much. However, once the sun goes down this evening all of that will freeze again. Yuck.
Generally speaking, I don't really like winter. I prefer sunny days and temperatures in the upper 80s to low 90s. However, from time to time, I don't mind a good snowstorm as long as I'm not looking at it through the windshield of a car. But around here, it seems that ice has become a frequent visitor in winter, largely in the form of sleet... and freezing rain. That's the stuff that brings down entire tree tops, causes electrical blackouts that can last for hours or even weeks, and turns streets and parking lots into skating rinks. Not good. Nope, don't much care for winter. But that's just part of living where we do. At least we aren't in Iowa, or Michigan... or Buffalo, New York, where they measure their snowfalls in the feet.
I just hope everyone has safe travels these next few days. Fortunately, I think the only place we've got to go today is to the grocery store... one more time. Or maybe two. Here's wishing everyone a safe and Happy Christmas... Hanukkah... Kwanzaa... whatever celebration you embrace this season,

and a healthy, joyous and hopefully even prosperous 2011!!! Peace.

Home Made Tamales!

My good friend (and co-worker) Leslie just gave me two big Christmas gift bags full of her delicious home made tamales... plus her salsa and some festive chips. I've been waiting a whole year for these! They are goooood. That washed-out picture I took doesn't do them justice. Thank you Leslie! Feliz Navidad.

I don't know if George Bailey is going to get his Christmas miracle this time...

I heard on the news a couple of nights ago that the beautifully restored Gillioz Theater in downtown Springfield is under foreclosure. At the stroke of midnight on December 31st, the Gillioz will belong to the bank. The wonderful folks at Guaranty Bank saw fit to pull the rug out from under the theater, and the adjoining Netters Building, just as they were getting their feet under them. The Gillioz, which is owned by the Springfield Landmarks Preservation Trust, was actually operating in the black for the first time since the massive restoration and reopening several years ago. They took a decaying downtown landmark and breathed new life into it. The last I heard, some 70,000 dollars had been donated by the fine folks of Springfield, to stave off foreclosure, but unfortunately, that falls far short of the minimum 1/2 million they will need to keep the doors open. It seems that Mr. Potter is alive and well and has controlling stock in Guaranty Bank this Christmas season. As Mr. Potter said... "George, you're worth more dead than alive". It's a shame that the board of directors of the bank that holds the note (many of whom live right here in Springfield) would allow this to go through. With them, it seems that there is no concern or consideration for the greater benefit to the community in allowing the Gillioz to remain open. The arts be damned... this is about the bottom line. Sad indeed.

She's Run Aground Captain!... abandon ship!!! no wait...

Gather 'round children and let ol' Captain Kevin tell the tale of that fateful night at the helm of the Showboat Branson Belle. "I remember it like it was yesterday (in fact, it was yesterday)... the lake, she was angry that afternoon when we hoisted anchor and set off on the dinner cruise. We were well on our way as the sun was setting, and a bitter, cold, north wind blew hard against her hull. The happy passengers, dressed in their holiday cheer, were unaware of the tragedy that was unfolding before them. Then, without warning, a great shudder raked across the Belle like a shiver from the icy hand of the Reaper Himself. The great Showboat, with some 600 souls aboard, had lost power to the main thrusters, and against howling winds, she began to drift dangerously toward the rocky coatline of Tablerock Lake. Anxious minutes passed with my nose pressed against the cold glass of the Pilot Room; my eyes straining against the encroaching darkness. The black coastline was looming close. White waves crashed again the mightly craft as she learched to a halt with a groan. She's run aground Captain!!! All hands on deck!! May day! Mayday I bellowed into the radio. A reassuring reply crackled across the speaker... "Copy that Showboat... where is your location?" God only knows.... God only knows".
Captain Kevin drew a heavy breath and stared into the distance. It was going to be a long night.

Dreams are funny, aren't they?

This morning I had an unusual dream... as if most dreams are normal (ha)
Anyway, I was in a very large, old college class room or lab, and the ceiling is like two stories high... just a huge room. And I'm there with David Letterman. There were some things going on at the beginning of it that I can't clearly recall, but everything sort of came to a focal point once I realized that the room was filling up with water. At first I thought it was some kind of a Letterman gag... a stunt for his show, but Dave was as surprised as I was. Before we knew it, the room was completely filled with water! We are both swimming around (under water) and in a little bit of a panic. I happened to have a small bottle of air with a hose attached to it, and I drained that in just a few seconds, but it gave me enough time to see that Dave was up in the corner, with his head above water. I surfaced right next to him just as my last breath was giving out. Our heads were touching the ceiling, it was so close. I was concerned that the water would keep rising, but it didn't, so we treaded water there for a minute or so, not talking... just quietly pondering the unusual situation we are in. Moments later the level of the water began to slowly drop, but I was still looking for a way to get us back down. I saw a large chisel sitting on a desk below, and swam down to get it. I smashed a couple of the windows, and I could see that the water was flowing out. And then I woke up. Bizarre. I wonder if David Letterman had a similar dream last night? Now that would be an interesting twist. I should give him a call.

Turkey Trot!

Pam & I, my son-in-law Brett and my sister Donna got together on this very cold Thanksgiving morning to do the KC/Sprint Turkey Trot and fun run 5K in Kansas City. Did I mention it was cold. But after we started walking we warmed up. Patricia was signed up for it also, but just wasn't feeling up to it that morning, dang it!
Pam and Donna set their pace, and Brett & I set ours. Probably about 200 or 300 yards behind Pam & Donna, as best I can figure it; because after the first mile, we didn't see them again till the finish line (ha). It became apparent that we were going to be left behind when they started power-walking and weaving in and around the slower clumps of people. It was a fun event, and that afternoon at my brother's house I didn't feel quite as guilty about having that extra plate of turkey and sweet potatoes.

Another amazing image...

Spicules: jets on the sun. This photo looks like an abstract painting or something. If you click on the image, I believe it will bring it up full size, so you can see more detail, and get the full impact of it. It's really something to behold. Another amazing picture from the Astronomy Picture Of The Day website archive. I have a link to it over on the right side of this page.

nudge

Three amazing, inspiring pieces of pottery, from artists Curtis Stewardson, Kyle Carpenter and Wayne Hewell. When I see works of art such as these, I can't help but feel that nudge... that push to explore my own modest creativity. I've had plenty of those nudges over the years. Sometimes I think what I really need is someone to just give me a big shove right off this safe rock I've been perched on for so long. Of course, that's easier said than done, unfortunately.

SockMonkey schedule

We will be playing this Saturday night (Sept. 25th) at the New Key Largo on East Republic Road (between National and Fremont) in south Springfield, from 9 to 1.
Hope to see you all out there.
For more information and some other cool stuff, go to www.sockmonkeyband.org
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9/25/10 - New Key Largo
10/16/10 - private party in Springfield
10/17/10 - Cartoons (early show)
10/22/10 - Cody's South
10/30/10 - New Key Largo Halloween bash
11/5/10 - Three 20s Club
11/26/10 - New Key Largo
12/4/10 - Cartoons

Back from paradise...

We got back yesterday from a wonderful (and much needed) vacation to Hawaii. The cruise ship we were on went to Oahu, Maui, The Big Island (Hawaii) and Kauai. It was beautiful there. Kauai was my favorite... it had a very rural feel to it. Of course, Oahu and Maui were nice too. And I thought the Big Island was great... I guess it would be fair to say that a favorite is kinda hard to nail down. I think I need to go back and spend more time there, just to be sure.
The view from the overlook at the Spouting Horn, on the southern coast of Kauai, not far from Po'ipu.
A rare Hawaiian Monk Seal sleeping on the the beach at Po'ipu Beach Park, on the south shore of Kauai.

about three day's worth

Have you had your tomatoes today?...

100 tomatoes...

late April
mid June
That's a lot of BLTs! Yum. I did a rough count last week from our 6 main tomato plants. Now the count is more likely up to about 120, and I noticed last night that we have two tomatoes that will be ready to pick early next week! The garden is doing well. We've got bunches of little 3 inch long green beans, and lots of peppers, also. The weather has been very cooperative so far. They are saying, however, that we can expect warm and dry conditions for the next week or so. Time to haul out the garden hose. That's fine.

Ten years ago...

Hard to believe that it has been ten years, mom... and yet it seems like a lifetime ago. I miss you. November 29, 1927 - May 13, 2000
This is a picture of my mother, Wilma Jean Mitchell Thompson, and her father Wilson Mitchell, taken on Christmas morning, some time in the late 70s or early 80s (papaw passed away in 1983).

Silver Dollar City's 50th anniversary

Pam & I spent the day at Silver Dollar City this past Friday. This is SDC's 50th anniversary, and anyone born in 1960 gets a free season pass. That would include Pam! I got my season pass also. They were expecting storms Friday, but the day turned out to be just great. It was pretty windy, and overcast most of the day (and we did get caught in a downpour at around 4:00) but other than that the day was just fine. We rode all of the roller coasters... my favorite was the Powderkeg. We saw the Chinese Acrobats show (World-Fest was still going on) and took the cave tour. I don't think I've ever been to SDC and not done the cave tour. It hasn't changed much over the 40 years or so we've been going there, and that's what I like about it. That park has grown so much, but it's nice to know that there (hopefully) will always be parts of "the City" that never change.
The day was capped off by a very enjoyabe concert by the Ozark Mountain Daredevils at Echo Hollow Amphitheatre.
The stage lineup included Nick Sibley, Ruell Chappell, John Dillon, Steve Cash, Michael 'Supe' Granda, Dave Painter, Ron Gremp and Kelly Brown. Larry Lee and Randle Chowning were conspicuously absent. They weren't even in the promo picture. It would have been nice to have them there, but it was still a good show. Not perfect by any stretch... but you know, that's what you get with any live concert experience. It's in the moment, and that's fine.
Despite the churning clouds overhead, Echo Hollow Amphitheatre was fairly packed for the evening's festivities. The Dares took the stage and set the evening off right with Standing On The Rock. The show included Black Sky, Homemade Wine, Country Girl, Chicken Train (of course), You Made It Right, and Jackie Blue... with lead vocals by Ruell Chappell (in the absence of Larry Lee). They even pulled off A Satisfied Mind, which was a nice treat. Supe brought out a couple of his solo tunes, including Ode To Mel Bay, which went over very well with the crowd. They finished off the concert with If You Wanna Get To Heaven, and then came back, just as the rain started coming down, with a wonderful version of It'll Shine When It Shines. It was a very enjoyable evening of music, after a great day at Silver Dollar City.

Happy Earth Day!

Little blue marble

flox

There's really nothing more to say here...

except... thanks the fellow blogger Brad Haller for bringing this to our attention. Now I'm curious about it. I wonder if WalMart sells this stuff? Silly question.
This just can't be real. But then... this IS America! (as I stand up with my hand over my heart... actually I'm clutching at my heart and gasping for breath) Can you say 'double bacon cheese burger with fries? MMmmmmmmmmmmm

What Easter Bunny?...

not so fast...

First day of spring.... highs in the low 30s and a pretty good chance for snow in the next 24 hours. Right now though, it's rain, rain, rain. And cold. Yuck.

spring?...

I got tired of looking at that King Cake sitting on my floor tom every time I open my blog, so here's something new to look at for now. Several things going on so it's not like I don't have anything to write about... just taking the time to sit down and do it. I will. Today I think we are going to see the sun for the first time in about a week. It was very foggy this morning, but there is a nice hint of light blue behind it as I sit here at my desk at work this morning.

Fat Tuesday!...

I played a Fat Tuesday party last night at Saint James Episcopal Church with some of the guys from M-Dock band... Dwight Gann, Dave Farabee, Greg Hale and a guitarist from the church named Clay Stuckey. Those guys are good musicians and good folks. It was a lot of fun, and we took home red beans & rice and king cake for our time! Not too bad a haul for two hours of playing... of course we won't go into the two hours of rehearsal time and two more hours of set-up and tear-down. But you know, that's just part of the deal. The weather was cold, but thankfully no ice or snow to contend with, so getting around wasn't an issue. Happy for that. And this Ash Wednesday it's supposed to get well above freezing! Yeah!

Playing in the mud

Here are a few of the pieces of pottery I have made so far. I've got a couple of others that didn't make it into the shot. As for the "pitcher", the guy that oversees our class, Nathan, said it wasn't ready for a handle yet, so I sat it back under plastic for another week. One of the girls that I am in class with, named Lee (that's her and Nathan in the upper picture) calls those smaller pieces, like the ones in the picture "cat bowls". I thought that was pretty funny... and she's right, some of them do look like catfood bowls. I am slowly getting the feel for making larger pieces, but it is more difficult than it looks, but that's OK. I didn't expect to be making large anything in the first month. I am enjoying it, and eveyone is very welcoming and encouraging. I learn something every night I go there. I'll be ready to open my own studio any time now (ha!)... OK maybe next year. Nathan said they would probably be bisque firing the pots (in the picture above) this week. FUN. Then I will glaze them and fire them one more time to make them waterproof. Now we have to get a cat.

what the...?

Well... look at the time. We're already into the second month of 2010! Been distracted with this, that and the other thing. And I can't promise it will get any better anytime soon. Such is life. I will say this, I am ready for this cold, snowy weather to head back to the Northern Country where it belongs.