I cannot quite believe it is so long since I added to this blog. I was listening to this fantastic recording this AM and needed to share. Since I last blogged life continues in much the same way;I still read my favourite blogs but only very occasionally comment. Does this mean I am a lurker;I think so. I do regret deleting my original blog;there goes my impulsive nature. Yes, I act and then I think. I am an all or nothing person. One week my time is consumed by my need to make new jewellery the next to finish off that cross stitch that has been lying around for so long. At the moment it is sewing. Of course many items at one time are lying beside my sewing machine. Curtain and Roman blinds for one daughter. A skirt and blouse for the other. For me,where do I begin. I have just finish a wool tweed suit that has a very fifties look about it. It has a swing jacket (very cape like) a deep inverted pleat at the back topped by a bow. The dress is a typical sheath with a bottom slit. I have some lovely black cashmere fabric to make some trousers and beautiful grey silk charmeuse to make a fly suit. Busy. For Christmas my husband bought me a Kindle which I absolutely love;so much easier to read in bed but also so easy to press buy on the screen and seconds later I realise that I have bought yet another book. Impulsive again.
I spent two very enjoyable hours recently watching this film. I don't think any other film has touched me so much. Edith was born in Paris to a mother who was a street singer;indeed it is believed by some that she was actually born on the street. She was named after Edith Cavell the British heroine of WW1. Her mother could not look after her and she eventually went to live ith her grandmother who ran a brothel. Her life was such a tragic one but she had a great talent. No other singer can sing her songs like she can herself. For me this film was exceptional; Marion Cotillard was brilliant in her portrayal of Edith. This film is now available in DVD and Blueray. Brilliant!!
A man was riding his Harley along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."
The biker pulled over and said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want."
The Lord said, "Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it will take all of my energy for many years and it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind."
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, "Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a Woman truly happy."
The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
I was reading "Retiredandcrazys" post. She was writing about how much her life has changed in the past year. It made me think of the words in this John Lennon song "life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans." I think that John Lennon wrote this song in 1980 ,sadly that was the year he died. I watch this lovely video clip of a family having fun on a day out,just like any other family and not knowing that their life if about to change so tragically. The words of this song express just how much he loved his son.
Loreena McKennitt has one of the most beautiful voices that I have ever had the pleasure to listen to. Loreena is a Canadian singer and composer who has been recording wonderful music for over twenty years. I have to ask myself ,why have I just discovered her? I have read that she began her music career by selling her recordings by mail order,working from her kitchen table. She went on to produce her own concert tours and still is self-managed and head of her own successful record label. She has gold,platinum and multi-platinum awards in fifteen countries. I so hope you enjoy her "celtic style" of music as much as I do .
When I deleted my last blogs I made the decision that if I ever blogged again the blog would be an intellectual one. I would post great blogs that would start discussion about all manner of things. I would discuss politics, share dealings,ISA's and market reports. I would talk about the Societal Role of Intellects. I would compose great blogs with topics relating to Philosophy and Economics. I would use words only ever heard on "call my bluff". If I did that would I need to give you three meanings of very word? Would you be so fed up reading the dictionary you would have no time to blog yourself. Why have I reverted to type? Because I love music,I love books, I love to chat about everything and I would need to buy a new dictionary. I do love the words of this song. This one is for Welchcakes.
I am a child of the sixties. It was a most wonderful time to be a teenager. Every Saturday evening I danced in our local Town Hall. I jived, I twisted , I did the hucklebuck and of course I smooched. I was very particular who I smooched with however. Looks did matter;I know very shallow, but how could you slow dance with someone you did not find attractive? I confess I was a little madam and that I did refuse to dance with anyone I didn't like the look of(unless he was a great dancer and then all the girls were hoping that he would take that long walk across the dance floor and ask that very important question,"do you want to dance." They were very innocent days,no alcohol was available in the dance hall. If you really liked someone you were hoping that he would ask if you would like to go for a mineral. They sold soft drinks at the back of the hall and usually if things reached this stage it was assumed the next question would be "can I walk you home". How things have changed;on a Friday evening the dance ended at two o'clock and I needed to be indoors by two thirty. If I was late my Mother always seemed to be awake, there was no way I could slip in without her knowing. My father was very protective of his three daughters and there was always someone around to keep him informed as to who walked home with us. He did indeed ask the local policeman to "keep an eye out for us" I many nights tied to slip past him but he seemed to have 'eyes on the back of his head' and Father always knew exactly who I walked home with. The 'Town Hall has been extensively renovated since those days but recently I did go into that hall. It is a little bigger than it was originally. The stage has been rebuilt on a different side but I could almost hear the dance band and imagine myself in the middle of that floor, 'twisting the night away.'