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Tiny Tuesday! and Song Challenge: Day 19

Today’s song challenge is “a song that makes you think about life.” Oddly, one of the first songs that came to mind evoked Judy Collins, and though she recorded it, it’s the signature song of its composer, a different female artist.

Then I realized Judy Collins had a 1975 hit with a different song that also makes me think about life, a Stephen Sondheim composition from A Little Night Music, “Send in the Clowns.” Collins received a Grammy for “Best Song of the Year” in 1976 for her rendition. The song was frequently performed by the character Doug Williams on “Days Of Our Lives” in the years when I watched that daytime drama. Funny that the Time cover celebrating soap operas came out the same month Collins won that Grammy and featured “Doug and Julie,” played by real-life married couple Bill Hayes and Susan Seaforth Hayes. I’m not sure if he’d performed the song on the show before the Grammy win, or if that’s when the writers decided to make it Doug and Julie’s song because the characters were so star-crossed in their relationship.

A favorite memory of mine is living on the bottom floor of an apartment in Tuscaloosa and watching Doug and Julie’s wedding on TV. It was the kind of moment that you wish you could share with another viewer (now we have social media for that!), and I remember being so happy and walking outside just as the girl from the upstairs apartment came out. She looked happy, too, and we smiled at each other. “I know it’s dumb,” I called up, “but I’m SO HAPPY Doug and Julie just got married on my soap opera!” “ME, TOO!” she said, having also just watched it, and thus a friendly acquaintance based on a soap opera began.

Years later, I watched the wedding of the characters Luke and Laura from “General Hospital” with a theater full of people at Ferguson, the student center at Bama, where cake and punch were served to us in their honor. Soaps were a BIG DEAL to college students. In graduate school, I took my daily lunch break in the TV room at Ferguson to watch “The Young and the Restless” with other students (I didn’t own a TV anyway, but it was fun to sit with a diverse group of people and react to the show.)


I don’t have clown phobia, but I couldn’t think of anything at the Hall close to a clown to photograph to tie the song challenge to Tiny Tuesday. Then I remembered this little item from the toy box: the character Nemo from the movie Finding Nemo,, who is a CLOWNFISH. =)

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 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

Art posted here previously was Breathe With Me, oil on canvas, 2017, by artist Preston M. Smith.

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.

Song Challenge: Day 9

Today’s challenge, a song that makes me happy? Without fail, “Love Street” by The Doors. According to someone, who on these two cards calls himself “Stupid” and lives at 301 Lonely Lane, or “Lover,” living in Circle House in Jacksonville, FLA with an unknown zip code (because he was right across town from me in Jacksonville, ALA–if you remember when states didn’t have two code abbreviations, you may be old), anywhere I live is Love Street. He’s also put my birthday on the postmark, and it’s 1971. We were so young. He’s drawn himself on the “BIRTHDAY Stamp.” Apparently at that time, stamps were 6 cents (I checked–it jumped to 8 cents in May of that year).

Could not number the times Riley put on The Doors’ Waiting For The Sun album and dropped the needle on this song. Clearly, picking this month to take on a song challenge was inviting a flood of memories of the man who called me his muse from the time we were children. (We did not think of ourselves as children then, but now that I’m 135, I know we were.)