Author: Becky

Saturday vibe

Tom cleared the space where the Christmas tree will go and brought it in from the Lean To.

When I left to run an errand (also Christmas related–picked up the stationery and envelopes for the 2023 Christmas letter), he’d started putting on the lower branches. When I got back–voila!

He paused before stringing the lights to watch the Alabama-Georgia game, which I’ve been trying not to hear–except I have the score updating on my phone, and it looks like Alabama just gave Georgia their first loss in two years. That’s the extent of football chat here on An Aries (Who Knows Some Stuff). I’d pulled up my manuscript to work on while cooking dinner, but my mind is very much elsewhere, so instead I wrote a poem.


I used a prompt from my Write The Poem book, but only used one of the suggested words because I drew words from my WoodWords set (made by the same company who’s brought us Magnetic Poetry for all these years). I think I was true to the spirit of the prompt, however.


 

Here’s the poem.

Now hoping to work on the novel. I’ll add my writing music playlist later.

somewhere you’ll feel free


Such terrible news to get today, and I was fortunate to hear it from friends who knew you as I did, having also experienced your humor, your heart, your generosity. The last year and a half, including your eleven months under medical care, were brutal on you. Still, you looked forward to a better life in the aptly named “Fairhope” with the old friend who invited you to move there. You told me your mother said she might move there, too, then you wanted to travel to England and Germany with her and maybe take a Rhine River cruise together. To know that your mother died nine days before you makes me imagine just the two of you again, as it was for much of your life, facing a future together against all odds. I hope you’re both at peace.

I regret that I’ll never get to read that novel you’ve been writing. You had such a gift of voice, pacing, and making everything turn out okay for the women you wrote. You’d have given Summer a happy conclusion, just as you once did for Emily–and you hoped to write a second Emily book one day, too.

I will imagine a happier-forever-after for you, where you save a place on that boat on the Rhine for your forever dog Dash to sit between you and your mother, with Kissing Michael on your other side. You belong with your love on your arm.

Bon voyage, Marika.

all things must pass

George Harrison died on November 29, 2001. Today, I’ve chosen to listen to all of his songs from my CD version of his 1970 album All Things Must Pass. The three-disk album Riley gave me all those years ago when it was released was drowned in our Harvey flood; I replaced it quickly because not to have this collection from my “favorite” Beatle was unthinkable.

I got the 50th Anniversary vinyl when it was released in 2021, and I’ve never removed its shrink wrap. For some reason, I want it to remain intact. Maybe I’m sure that one day, a copy of the original will come back into my life. I don’t know. Whatever format it’s in, these remain some of the most meaningful, sometimes haunting, songs of my life.

I have the CD version of the 50th Anniversary recordings, too.

I miss George Harrison. I miss Riley.

Tiny Tuesday!

First up on the writing playlist. I’ve replaced two more drowned albums…


Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers, Hard Promises, 1981


Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers, Long After Dark, 1982

…with smaller (if not quite tiny) CDs.

Up next after those are the new offerings from…


John Mellencamp’s Orpheus Descending followed by Wolf Van Halen’s Mammoth II

I look forward to the inspiration. =)

Mood: Monday

Yesterday marked the last day of Game & Puzzle Week. One thing we haven’t done in quite a while is play cards on holidays. It’s hard to get everyone together with enough time to play, and there are other things that make it challenging. Plus we usually just enjoy talking and catching up, since health issues and concerns keep us apart a lot.


Apparently, even the world’s earliest civilizations created games to play. I found this public domain photo of a Pompeiian mural that shows “an innkeeper throwing two brawling backgammon competitors out of his establishment.”

Some things never change. As Lynne and I well know, backgammon can definitely be a mood! Happy birthday to you, Lynne, and may you make lots more game memories to laugh about.

Button Sunday

Before this Thanksgiving weekend is over, I wanted to send out a message to some of my friends and family who’re going through some stuff right now. Some are ill. Lonely. Struggling with family problems and career challenges. Some are grieving the loss of family members, friends, and cherished companion animals.

In the midst of feeling gratitude and thanks for so many things these past few days, you’re all in my thoughts, too, even those of you who are very quiet as you deal with your lives. I always think about you and send love, strength, support, and hope to you. Many of you have done that for me in the past, and I remember.

I’m thankful for all we’ve shared through the years.

Scenes from our Friday celebrations

Here are a few photos from Friday, when we celebrated Thanksgiving late and Lynne’s birthday early.


Tim, Debby, and Lynne


Dessert table with some of Lynne’s gifts, plus at one point or another, homemade chocolate chip cookies, brownies, birthday cake, rum balls, bourbon balls, Kahlúa balls, pumpkin pie, sweet potato pie, cheese straws, sausage and cheese balls, and the cream cheese crack dip.


Tim, Debby, Tom, and Lynne


Closer look at Lynne’s birthday cake with unicorns and rainbow candles.

Don’t know if I got a photo with all the food on the feast table. Here I see: dressing, fried okra, deviled eggs, cranberry sauce, broccoli, and turkey breast.

And from this angle: squash casserole, mashed potatoes, gravy, a basket of rolls, and field peas with snaps.


Tim, Debby, Lynne, and me

After dinner, gift opening and birthday song singing and cake eating for Lynne (her birthday is this coming Monday)!

Because of some of the foods we cook, dishes we use, and conversations we share, there are a lot of memories on this, my favorite of holidays. Last year all of our Christmas decorations were up by Thanksgiving. This year, Tom and I will probably be handling that next weekend.

We do have one Christmas tradition already in process. Lynne took about fifty photos from which I chose the family Christmas photo. The gratifying thing is that only a few days ago when I was talking to another friend on her birthday, she said she was looking forward to the Christmas card/letter/photo I’ll send in December. I always hope people like hearing from us. I love getting cards, letters, and photos from our friends and family. As soon as the photo’s printed, I’ll tackle the Christmas and holiday cards to send out.

Today (Saturday), Tom and Lynne watched the Alabama-Auburn football game (while I only watched the score in the writing sanctuary). Tom’s and my alma mater, Alabama, won the game. It never matters what both teams’ records look like going into the game, ANYTHING can happen in the fierce Iron Bowl rivalry. Of course I always want Alabama to win, but we have so many people in both our families who went to Auburn or are big Auburn fans, that however it turns out, I’m happy for the ones who get to celebrate.

Also, there were lots and lots of conversations during the days Lynne was here about the Neverending Saga. I have officially begun the seventh novel (while Lynne reread the sixth). Soon, I’ll probably be back to posting playlists of what I listen to while I write. I found something online I meant to save so I could share it when I talked on here about the series, but I can’t find it now.

The dogs were a lively, cute, exasperating, always lurking for a handout or something tasty to drop to the floor, and very welcome part of the weekend. I thought I shot a photo of Minute sleeping on the hearth in front of the fire, but apparently I didn’t. Tom got this shot of Delta and Jack sharing Eva’s favorite dog bed.

I caught Anime and Delta on the run outside.


Pollock very much enjoyed having Tim with him at Thanksgiving.


A very fluffy Stewie, having just been brushed by Debby.


Eva being held by Tom next to the food table–after the food has been cleared, alas.