Mood: Monday, and Song Challenge: Day 18


Garbage Patch Artwork

Mixed media, sculpture on plastic, date unknown
©Simone Spicer, US

Today, March 18, is Global Recycling Day. The link gives a lot of information about the day and about recycling in general. This paragraph in particular stood out to me: Before throwing something in the trash or even in the recycling bin, first think of ways the item could be reused. Perhaps it would be a good idea to wash out a plastic carrier bag or a zipper closure bag and use it a few more times. Or maybe it would be possible to use those plastic containers from the grocery store in the kids’ lunch boxes. And also try using that piece of aluminum foil again. Anything that can be used just two times essentially cuts the waste of that product in half!

That made me feel a little bit better that all the things I reuse at Houndstooth Hall can actually be having an impact on reducing waste.

Today’s song challenge is “a song you know all the words to.” And while I sang one word of the lyrics wrong for many years, I finally allowed myself to be persuaded that Mary’s dress SWAYS instead of WAVES in Bruce Springsteen’s carpe diem song “Thunder Road.” (I still like the visual and implication of “waves” better than “sways,” and I still disagree that we can’t say fabric “waves,” since somewhere every day someone is listening to or singing our national anthem which asks the question, “…does that star spangled banner yet wave?” It does.)

Here’s an acoustic version of the song, because I have no idea which video on YouTube will eventually be pulled due to copyright. My blog has become littered with those over its twenty years–a different kind of waste.

Button Sunday and Song Challenge: Day 17

Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Are you wearing green today? I’m not sure how much writing I’ll be doing while Jim’s here, but I’m in the final stretch of the first section of the book which is all presented through the voice of one character. The good news is that the next character up (who’s half Irish–I can stay on topic!), has already been nudging me about how to kick off his section. It’s always a relief to have a plan.

For now, I’m simply going to enjoy the few days Jim will be here. I also committed to a small project (small for me; big for him) for someone who I’ve long enjoyed interacting with online. I once wrote a short story for an anthology he was putting together (hope remains that collection will one day be published; I’d love to see that story in print). I’ve started my part of his current project and need to get it to him as soon as I can.

The song challenge for today is “a song you’d sing with someone at karaoke.” I’ve mentioned on here more than once that I’ve had a single adventure in karaoke, when I was pulled into a group of women to sing Guns N’ Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle.” I’m not sure I sang as much as I laughed, because one of the women took the lead and owned it. It was such a surprise, because she was normally a reserved person; it was great to see her cut loose and enjoy herself so immensely. I don’t think that experience could be replicated, BUT… with the right group of women friends, I might be persuaded to play air guitar and pretend to be as cool as Joan Jett in this video (I would provide BACKING VOCALS ONLY) on the Runaways’ “Cherry Bomb.”

Song Challenge: Day 16

Today’s challenge is “a song that’s a favorite from any genre.” R.E.M. is one of my top bands. I respect them for disbanding when they thought it was time, but I miss them. They have so many songs I never get tired of listening to. Though “Losing My Religion” was probably overplayed on music television, both the song and the video are classic.

Jim arrived here around noon today after Tim picked him up at the airport. We haven’t seen him since the month before the flood in 2017, so this visit is long overdue. Just as always, it’s like those years never happened. As the four of us sat at the table and talked, it was easy to remember why we started writing together. Just missing Timmy from the group!

Song Challenge: Day 15

Today’s challenge is “a song you like that’s a cover by another artist.” This just serves as a reminder to myself that I haven’t replaced one of my favorite drowned albums, as pictured here after the Harvey flood of 2017.

The song is “Blue Bayou,” written by Roy Orbison and Joe Melson and covered by Linda Ronstadt. Here’s a live version.

Song Challenge: Day 14

Today’s challenge is “a song you liked hearing at a wedding.” I sat here thinking of all the weddings I’ve been to in my life, and the only songs that immediately came to mind are from marriages that ended in divorce. For all those weddings I’ve been to where couples are still together, I can’t remember their music! My advice to people getting married is: Pick music or songs you’ll continue to feel affection for no matter how things end up, and don’t let anybody talk you out of your music choices. That music may be among your best memories.

“Colour My World” is the first song I taught myself on piano. Yes, it was played at a wedding. My first one.

Song Challenge: Day 13


Some beautiful fabric squares Debby gave me at Christmas. I haven’t decided what to do with them yet, but I know I will.

Today’s challenge is “a song you like from the ’70s.” That’s the decade with the shifting variety of music that probably most influenced me, so where would I begin? I reached back to 1971 for a song that in my soul remains larger than a single artist, time, or place.

Wikipedia provides an an interesting account of the history of “What’s Going On” and Marvin Gaye.

Tiny Tuesday and Song Challenge: Day 12

Happy birthday today to my nephew Josh!


A song I got tired of hearing long ago… In June of 1974, the Lynyrd Skynyrd song “Sweet Home Alabama” was released on their album Second Helping. I lived in Alabama then. By July of 1974, I was pretty sure I’d heard it at least three times a day for a month, and that might have just been on the 8-track tape player in my boyfriend’s car.

It became the Inescapable Song not only because I lived in Alabama, but because I later went to the college known simply as “Alabama.” The record was played on the sound systems in bars and clubs. It was performed by anyone with a guitar anywhere they could stand or sit with a pick and an audience of one to infinity. It was played at ball games loud enough to reach the outermost/uppermost row of any stadium, gym, or auditorium, not to mention every dorm on campus. Tailgate parties. Blaring from every frat house.

It.never.ended. It still hasn’t.

The interesting thing is, “Sweet Home Alabama,” like so many songs, is an overlooked protest against some of the things it seems to be praising. I salute that and include it with many protest songs people misuse because they hear only those lyrics that seem to glorify what they admire/revere. There’s always hope that after somebody takes a hit off that pipe or bong or joint and lies in the dark listening to the song again, they’ll suddenly think, Hey, wait a minute…

Cool. I just don’t want to hear it again.

Last week, I had a bad experience in a local store. It was not because of the store or any worker in the store or any other customer in the store. It was just a set of circumstances that hit me at a time when I was not feeling well for a range of reasons. I realized I wasn’t doing well when I stood up from the chair where I waited and began to pace. Among other things, I recognized that my blood sugar was dropping quickly. I went to a cooler and bought a sugary drink, and when I walked back to my chair, I spotted something dark beneath it.


It was this tiny plastic turtle smaller than my palm. I almost always rescue lost toys, especially when they’re small. This one seemed fortuitous. Just breathe, I told myself. Be slow and steady, like the turtle. Think of how long turtles can live. How most of what they need they carry with them, and nature provides the rest. From now on, when you hit these spots, just remember turtle wisdom.

It worked in that moment. Later, back at home, I wondered if the turtle is now my totem animal. That led me to think of the word factotum, defined as “a person having many diverse activities or responsibilities.” I named this little turtle Fac and hope thinking of him in future moments where too much is coming at me and from within me all at once, I can remember to step back and breathe.

So today, instead of a song I never want to hear again, I offer The Turtles’ 1967 hit “Happy Together,’ which I don’t mind hearing at all.

Today is also the birthdate of our late friend Tim R. He’d like this turtle story.

Mood: Monday and Song Challenge: Day 11

Breathe With Me
©Preston M. Smith, USA
oil on canvas, 2017

I’m fascinated by Smith’s work that (I think) I found for the first time today. I connected with so many of his paintings and their titles. This one felt like the right match for today’s song challenge, “a song that you never get tired of.” For me, that song is Dennis Wilson’s “Forever,” from the Beach Boys’ Sunflower album in 1970. This was a lesser-known gem Beach Boys fans and followers loved for a long time. It found a new audience when it was sung by an actor on a popular TV show in the 1990s. While considered a sweet love song, there’s a sadness woven through it within the context of Dennis’s passionate, glorious, and tumultuous life and early death.

Button Sunday and Song Challenge, Day 10

Hope everyone remembered to set their clocks forward last night before bed. Today’s song challenge is “a song that makes you sad.” For me, “Time in a Bottle” is a song many people call romantic, but I’ve always heard it as sad, so that’s how it makes me feel.


Yesterday, we had to say goodbye to Debby’s Stewie, who just a few days ago celebrated his seventeenth birthday. He’s had health issues the last few months and among other things, struggled with his appetite. Today, the staff at Gulf Coast offered him a little feast of birthday cake and ice cream, among other goodies, and he loved the bacon. It was already gone from his tray in this photo! He also enjoyed a bit of the birthday cake and ice cream and ate all the Cheetos before his gentle, loving goodbye. Debby’s going to miss the dog she called “the little Frenchman” so much.

Stewie was originally her grandchildren’s dog. When they had to give him up, she invited him to live with her. He and her big black lab Harley became good friends. Harley died in 2019, also on March 9. Now they’re together again.


We may not be able to save time in a bottle, but it has no power over the bonds of love.