Last week, Muri and I traveled to Florida to spend the week on Siesta Key with our good friends, Britta and Barney. Let me say at this point that Britta has no use for social media, not even high class literary social media like Older Eyes- Bud’s Blog. Hence, in the interest of preserving a very long friendship, Britta is a pseudonym, as is Barney. They had rented a small cottage near the beach and invited us to join them and their two dogs, Keppah and Kishka. Also pseudonyms. Kishka isn’t fond of social media either. Because Britta and Barney live on the East Coast (in an undisclosed location), we see them only occasionally. (more…)
Posted tagged ‘Monday smiles’
For quite a few years, I’ve attended a fall and spring retreat with my Thursday Night Men’s Group … and posted about it here on Older Eyes, Bud’s Blog. This year, for an assortment of reasons that shall remain private, I decided not to go. I told my wife Muri that we should go away for the weekend and have our own retreat. A week ago, I was checking for availability at the Blue Lantern Inn in Dana Point and found that their Tower Room was available as a last minute special … half price … for the weekend of the eighth, so I reserved it for Friday and Saturday night. The Tower Room is on the third floor, overlooking the marina and Dana Point Harbor, one of my favorite coastline views. Saturday, we had breakfast in or room while we watched a paddle board competition on the beach below. Our friend Jackie from Solana Beach came by around noon and we spent the afternoon talking in our room, then went to dinner at a local fish house. (more…)
I grew up listening to Broadway musicals. It was not entirely my choice, however. My Mom, who loved music almost as much as I do, loved Broadway shows and her record collection (remember those) included most original cast recordings of her favorites. My Fair Lady. South Pacific. Oklahoma. I’d say her favorite was The King and I, at least in part because she had a crush on Yul Brynner. She would play her music during the day until Dad came home from work, then turn it off. Dad was a fan of quiet. Me? Being the lyric-sponge that I am, I still know virtually every word to every song that she played. (more…)
It is eleven fifteen in the evening and here I am, trying to post Monday Smiles before the clock strikes twelve. OK, OK … our clocks are all digital and if they were going to do anything, they’d buzz or chirp or play my favorite song. My alarm clock will also play an assortment of soothing nature sounds, like surf and crickets. But really, doesn’t strikes twelve sound better than buzzing twelve or chirping twelve? Yes, I’m stalling, postponing the moment where I say I don’t feel like smiling on this particular Monday. Now, let me be very clear … that doesn’t mean I have nothing to smile about. After all, I’m sitting here in the bedroom of our beautiful house with my wife Muri tucked under the covers a few feet away. She’s watching the evening new before she turns out the lights … and I have on my Bose Noise Cancelling Headphones with the jazz group Fourplay turned up loud enough that I can’t hear the evening news. I can’t stand most of the local (so-called) reporters and the inconsequential crap they report on. Did I tell you my Inner Curmudgeon is out and in good form? He is. And he really doesn’t care whether I come up with a smile in the next thirty minutes. (more…)
As I said yesterday in Holiday Spirit, today was the designated day to find mine. A week long mega-cold I brought home from Thanksgiving in Utah has mostly faded, so I’m sleeping better. When I had Younger Eyes, I could manage on very little sleep but these days, it’s hard to keep upbeat when I’m not sleeping. But today I was up early, took care of a little business in my office then headed off to our storage bin to collect our decorations. And tonight, as I’m writing, the stockings are hung by the (decorated) chimney with care, Muri’s snowmen have made their way to their designated holiday places, and the wreaths are in place outside, quietly saying, It’s the holidays here, too, in the midst of the lighting extravaganzas along our street. Mom would be pleased.
Tomorrow, the tree will go up and nothing says holidays to me like hanging fifty years of ornaments, each with special memories attached. So, yeah, it’s Monday. My Holiday Spirit seems to be back. I’m smiling.
I have occasionally told people that if they gave me any topic and two minutes to prepare, I could talk for half an hour on the subject. That is true partly because I have knowledge of a wide range of topics to draw upon and my years of writing has made me very good at organizing facts. But my wife, Muri, will tell you that I am also very capable of making things up if I don’t know the facts … and I can be a silver-tongued devil in making you believe what I say. That’s why I’m good at Balderdash. Being a writer of fiction and of slightly exaggerated blog post has certainly honed those skills. I have also been speaking in front of audiences of from 10 to several hundred people for over fifty years, mostly on esoteric technical subjects. There is no doubt that repeated public speaking has made me able to be more relaxed in front of an audience and able to convert what could be nervousness into excitement. (more…)