Thursday, January 05, 2017

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!

Six to eight inches of snow on the ground by the time we woke up today. Got it all shoveled off the driveway, backyard patio, and the sidewalks. My husband even snowblowed the sidewalks in front of the houses on either side of us. Then we took the dogs for a couple laps around the neighborhood. Had to walk in the street because everyone is just getting out to clean their walkway so we talked to neighbors we have never really met before. It was a fun morning.

Sunday, January 01, 2017

Happy New Year, 2017!

I'm not fooled by the innocence symbolized by the angel children. I know the bats represent what it is really going to be like in this country this year. If you look closely at the face of the angel riding the closest bat on the left, you can see that he or she knows it, too. Fasten you seat-belts, little children, it's going to be a bumpy year.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

As 2016 Ends

Dining Room in the Country, 1913 by Pierre Bonnard (French, 1867-1947)
Yes, I need a little Sunshine
Right this very minute
Colors and a window
Chair with a cat in it

For I've grown a little leaner
Grown a little colder
Grown a little sadder
Grown a little older

And I need a little angel
Sitting on my shoulder
I need a little Sunshine now

(With apologizes to Jerry Herman.)

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Saturday, December 24, 2016

A Visit From St. Nick

T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

-Clement C. Moore
(Published in The New York Sentinel December 23,1823)

Saturday, December 03, 2016

Light Shadows-32

"Life is but a dream, Sweetheart."

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Happy Thanksgiving!

Just the way my mother served jellied cranberry sauce on the right.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Two Day After The Election

I've been reading all sorts of opinions about how Trump won the election. Some say it's the millennials fault for not voting. Some say it's fault of white women who voted for Trump. Some say it's the far-left's fault for voting for candidates who they knew could not win. Some say it's Gary Johnson and Jill Stein's fault for running in the first place. Some say it's the fault of the people who did not vote at all.

Let's put the blame where it squarely belongs, on the 59,427,652 people who voted for Trump and an electoral system that is a failure. A system which lets the candidate who doesn't actually lead in number of votes cast win the election. But the electoral system is a side issue in all of this. The main reason Trump is presidential- elect is that 59,427,652 people, who said the wanted change, voted for a man and party that are part of the system that they say they detest. 

Fasten your seat belts, people, it's going to be a bumpy ride.