Wednesday, December 24, 2014

End of 2014

Wow.  Here we are.  Christmas Eve 2014.  Predictably quiet here at my house.  They say the snow is coming.  So I guess we'll have a White Christmas...........but not till later tomorrow.

Christmas crept up on me quickly this year.  I miss writing and posting here.  I've been working on some new projects but can't seem to find the time to move things very far forward.

Work is just too overwhelming.   So much upheaval there, and I've been doing the work of three people's jobs since ......ummm.......March?  April? Forever. "Feels like far".

2014 may have been one of the biggest year's of upheaval I have ever experienced in my life.  Okay, maybe not from the outside looking in...........But if I try to attribute that to any one thing I can't.  You think things are starting to fall into place, moving in a specific direction, and then they just fall apart.

But tomorrow is Christmas Day and maybe it can be the start of things getting better, moving forward.

I'm having a quiet calm day tomorrow.

So I set the table, and did as much as I could possibly accomplish tonight.  My family, few as we may be, will join me tomorrow.  Dad and Mom and the Lil' Bro will come for a feast and the traditional opening of the Christmas Bag, I bet.

We will celebrate the birth of our Savior,  These days we certainly need a Savior.

"Let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas day."

Christmas 2014

Christmas Tree 2014

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Moving Sale

Sometimes, it's time to pack up and move away.  Sometimes we make the choice ourselves, sometimes others force the move on us.

Maybe it's a seasonal thing.  September always feels like the beginning of a year to me.  Maybe it's being too long, in one place. Maybe it's just feeling the need to rearrange the furniture and start over.  And every move for me, brings mixed emotions.

When I first moved into Casa Rancho, I was excited about being a home owner.  But still felt sad about moving out of the Hope This Is The Last Apartment I lived in.

When I started this blog I was excited about flexing my writing skills after many years of disuse.  The most interesting thing I had written for years were human resource reviews and reprimands for my employees.  I wanted a way to comment on the day to day, perhaps make some new friends and reach out to some old ones.  I know I succeeded at that.

But 2014 has not been a banner year for me.  Impossible for me to express here (and no doubt boring to all but a few) all that has transpired. And things don't look to get better in the near future, perhaps 2015 will bring some much needed relief.

 Suffice it to say, it's time to move on.

I need a new place with more space, more light, a fresh coat of paint.  A change in perspective, a new neighborhood, so to speak.  Maybe if I do some Fall Cleaning, I'll find my voice again.

I've been working on the new place, but I'm not quite ready to show it to anyone just yet.

When I'm ready for visitors,  I'll let you know, and you can email me for the new address.  Until then, hope somewhere in these pages of meanderings you've found something of value.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

9/11 Thought

Today is 9/11.  Thirteen years later.

Watched our the Commander in Chief last night.

So today, I put this on my jean jacket.

And it's staying on till this nightmare Administration is over.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Robin Williams - "That Place Between Sleep and Awake"

I guess it took something heart breakingly sad to wake me from my writer's slump.

Many a Friday night or Saturday afternoon I've sat in a dark movie theater, and Robin Williams transported me to a different time and place.  Certainly his comedic talents stood tall among all comics of my generation. His TV talk show appearances were frantic and brilliant.   I don't remember watching any TV at all while away at college.  But nearly every dorm room was tuned in for a half an hour to see what craziness Mork from Ork would bring us.

When Moscow on the Hudson came out I knew then that Robin had a gift, not just for comedy, but for the sad and sentimental moments as well.  I love that movie.

One of the flickering images that stuck with me, was watching Dead Poets Society, not yet knowing a sucker punch was coming...............and then wincing when I realized I was watching the movie with a friend who lost a brother to suicide.  I've seldom been more moved by anything in a movie.  Yes, I know.  A movie about suicide.

Awakenings, a stirring movie with Robert DeNiro, is one I always stop to watch.  His nervous and shy portrayal of Dr. Malcom Sayer brought realism and depth to the role.  Hopeful, tragic.  He seemed drawn to these roles.

In 1991 Robin took me on wild ride.  His frantic, troubled, yet hopeful homeless man in The Fisher King seemed a role he wore much too easily.  There are moments in that film that make you hold your breath in their quiet beauty.

And I can remember like it was yesterday, the afternoon spent watching Hook in the theater.  At a time when my life certainly needed some escape, and I, along with Robin's character, Peter Banning remembered what it was like to be a kid again. I wrote about that here.  Hook.

His Academy Award winning role in Good Will Hunting for me, really defies description.  Those scenes with Matt Damon are almost unwatchable at times.  So raw, so pure.  As if we really had pulled back the curtain on something we shouldn't be seeing, far too private, too personal.  This is everything movies should be, can be.

Having in recent years lost a friend to suicide, the feelings are still raw.  My friend too, was someone that no one ever suspected would leave this life that way.  People build big images, big barriers around themselves to hide behind.  My friend, built a facade of generosity, and doing good deeds, tirelessly at times.  Robin it seems, built his facade with humor.  His wall too, was manic and never ending.  The comparison is not lost on me.

We make too much of our celebrities in this culture.  Everyone seems to say so.  But I think movies are ART.  Not always, certainly not in uplifting ways all the time.  But in Robin Williams I see a man who was able to take the medium of comedy, and then dramatic acting and make them mean something.  Escape, wonder, joy, laughter, tears, empathy, sympathy and often sorrow.  All things I value.  All things I cherish.

Friday, July 04, 2014

4th of July Declaration

From ONE of the smartest men I know.


Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Gone Away

Will be gone for a while.  Sorry to those who check in here everyday (few though you may be).  I just have too many things to handle right now.  These days it seems talking in complete sentences is rough, much less writing. 
At some point I may be back...............if I have something worth saying.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Tunesday - Rich Mullins

Spent Easter Sunday listening to all my old "friends".  Phil, Charlie, GLAD, and of course, Rich.  People I knew and loved from that crazy town, Nashville.  Or at least people who wandered through there from time to time  Rich avoided the place.  He preferred the prairies.

Funny, I STILL miss him.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Missed My Own Birthday

I managed to miss my own blog birthday yesterday.  

Guess that's bound to happen when you're getting older.

So blog-wise, I turned 6 yesterday.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Mourning My Aspen

When we first moved into our house, nine years ago, the backyard had no landscaping.  The builders had done simple landscaping out front, but the backyard was up to the homeowner.  Even so, I can remember dragging a chair out back and sitting in the dirt.  It was just so darn exciting to HAVE a backyard.  Something I'd never once had in my adult life.  Took me till my mid forties, but I finally had one.  My throat still clenches at the thought.  

Even though the landscaping company tried to talk me out of it, we decided on Aspens, because I adore Aspens.  They told me it was hit or miss in our part of the state.  Even at 6200' elevation, the Aspens really prefer to be higher.  And who can blame them?  So do I.  Everything I read suggested other trees, but I stood stubborn.

So began the tale of My Tiny Garden.  You can go there and read all the posts and see some glimpses of the Aspen.  The leaves still adorn the top of this blog, and probably always will.  There is just something so quintessentially Colorado about Aspen.  This Native feels as though they are part of me.

We had three "clumps" planted.  And I thought I had beat the lower elevation odds.  They seemed to thrive, growing several feet each year.  Two of the clumps really took off and as you can see from this photo, are now taller than our second story.  But each year it also seemed that maybe one trunk would start to fail.  After the hail storm in 2012, they really looked bad.


They are going.  We hired a company that is going to cut down and then grind the stumps of all but one lone survivor on the side of the house.  They are to be replaced with a evergreen on the north side and a pear tree in the spot from this photo.  They say it will blossom in the spring and reward me with beautiful color in the fall.

But I'm quite certain some small quaking Aspen will find their way here and there, wherever I can find an empty spot. And I think this just means more trips to the hills so I can lay on a blanket and look at the sun filtered through Aspen leaves.

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Finally! A Celebrity Cameo

Been a while since a celebrity showed up for a cameo in my dreams.  I'm constantly trying a combination of various herbal blends and supplements to fight the nasty insomnia monster.  Alas, as soon as I find the right combination, it works for a few weeks, or months if I'm lucky, then begins to fail.

I digress.

Steve Martin.  That's who stopped by, and not just for a cameo.  He was very involved in the plot which I believe had something to do with a convention I was attending.  Turns out he's a very nice, kind man.  Not as zany in person as you would imagine.  Just can't seem to remember any recent encounters with him in my awake life.  Haven't seen a movie or show with him anytime recently.  Apparently the little man in charge of filing in my brain is doing some Spring Cleaning and found the Steve Martin file on the floor behind a box..........

Oh sure Bill Clinton shows up regularly, but he's always in the press.  I don't really think of him as a celebrity anymore, he's always around.  But Steve Martin............not so much.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

2014 First Day of Spring

On a number of blogs I visit around the ole blogosphere, spring is already a glorious thing.  If you're doubtful, take a gander at some of the links below to the right.  Especially Bella's Rose Cottage.

But spring comes slowly round these parts, and March is an exercise in patience and delayed gratification.  But before I left for the office this morning, I took a quick stroll on the garden tour of My Tiny Garden to find the faithful Columbines.  Once again, they show up first, looking more like a clump of parsley, don't you think?  But a promise of warmer days to come.

Earlier this morning, while drinking a cup of coffee, a familiar sound came from outside.  I cracked open the bedroom window to hear the shrill call of a male Red Winged Blackbird, sitting at the top of the bare branches of my tallest Aspen.  Haven't seen those guys for months.  Found a great video of them, if you don't have these in your neck of the woods, take a look and listen.

Happy First Day of Spring.

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Tunesday - Tommy Bolin

From time to time, there are deep conversations at my office about music.  And since I've got about 20 years on my coworker who is a great guitarist, I get the joy of introducing him to music he's never heard.  The good stuff, the obscure stuff...............things in my vinyl collection.  So speaking of guitarists who are no longer with us...............another one lost to the needle.  Tommy Bolin.  This is one of the mellow tunes, but the Private Eyes Album is one not to be missed.

Out of respect, I waited till my parents were gone from the house before I cranked Post Toastie.  But crank it I did.

Friday, February 28, 2014


Don't much care for March.  At 6200 feet or thereabouts, March is tug and pull, and back and forth. The days lengthen, but tease you with the warmth, followed by snow.  Some March's are worse than others, and if we're going to get hit with a "shut the whole town down blizzard", March is the month it will happen.  Or not.

Just thinking about March brings to mind one of my favorite movies of all time, Jeremiah Johnson.  There are two schools of thought on this movie.  You love it like I do, or think its one of the most boring movies ever made.  Not a lot of neutral feelings on the movie.

As to March, Bearclaw has some opinions on March.  At about 1:33 in the clip they utter my favorite lines.

Imagine a life where you're not sure what month of the year it was.  Hard to fathom. In this day of "constantly connected" to everything and everyone, maybe maintaining radio silence is not such a bad thing. Instead we incessantly check our email, hoping for...............what is it we're hoping for?

Monday, February 03, 2014

Much Sadder News

What caused the tears to roll down my face this morning, splashing on the keyboard, has nothing to do with "The Game".

Exquisitely beautiful writing, but words thousands of daily readers dreaded.We all sensed it was coming.


I doubt you'll read this James Lileks, but it's words like those that inspired me to start this silly little blog, and you've managed to do just what the craft of writing should do................draw us in and involve us in your story.  You are my hero.

Rest in Peace Jasper.................

I'll hold my Bessy a bit closer tonight.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The 1997 Denver Broncos Video

Found this on YouTube.  Wonderful footage from the home games of a magical season!!!  Makes you remember just how it felt!

Tunesday - James Taylor - Wichita Lineman

I go through musical phases.  Been in Taylor mode for  a few weeks.  This is off James' covers album.  Just love this song and yes, I do like it better than the Glen Campbell version.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Tunesday Rosanne Cash - A Feather´s Not A Bird (The River & the Thread)

Saw her interviewed on CBS Sunday Morning.  She seems at peace.  Good for her.  Album sounds amazing

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Tunesday Allen Stone - Unaware

Talk about a voice and face that don't match!  Found this jewel of a singer over at Daryl Hall's house.



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