Saturday night, I was listening to the Grateful Dead on PBS.  A recording from Radio City Music Hall.  The fundraiser person was talking to someone that was supposed to be a Dead lover that ended up working with them on something.  He said when he started collecting the Dead albums around '84 or '85  they were so good, the greatest hits stuff and all.  Now, ....... I was playing on my pc, doing this and that and letting the music waft around my head.  Then I heard that comment. ....... I sat up straight in my chair, like my mommy told me to, ( I had been slouching and stretching trying to get comfortable).  And I listened thinking that maybe I was in a time warp.  Or maybe he was in a time warp.  No, that's another song, all together.  Anyway, I start to get my brain in gear and think.  I have seen the Grateful Dead at least one or two dozen times.  If you wanted to see the Dead live you needed to live in San Francisco or New York.  They loved playing those areas.  So having grown up in New York, I didn't need to fly to the west coast.  They played a lot of smaller outdoor venues and some large ones too.  I saw them at Gaelic Park in the Bronx many times.  Well, I can remember two times clearly, the others you will just have to take my word for it.  But as a friend of mine used to say, "if you missed them last night, wait they'll probably be back next month"  By the time '84 and '85 rolled around, the Grateful Dead had been around for 20 years.  Just WHAT  took this guy so long to start collecting their work and why is he on tv spouting off?  I saw them in New Jersey and they were awesome, and that was in about 1972 or 73 and this guy is on my local PBS station bragging and extolling the virtues of the Grateful Dead music?  I could do that and more from the heart than he could.  Little short haired person that you are.  He looked like he never had a hair out of place in his life. I'll bet he never saw them from the top of an old step van dancing the night away.  That is till the cops told us to get down, they were afraid we were going to rock it over on it's side.  I don't recall getting up there, on top of that big box van, but I do remember getting down.  The cops were nice about it and gave some of us a hand down, as if we were ladies or something.  I would call PBS and give them a piece of my mind, but they would probably just ask for a donation.  Just cause my name is on a past donation list don't think you are getting money out of me when both of the people on there right now wouldn't know how to find their way to Watkins Glen, where the Dead was sooo good.  Now, that was three days of fun!

#gratefuldead, #truckin. #lsd, #roses, #ripple,#touchofgrey,#pbs

The smiles in a child's eyes can melt away your years. #NoahBear, # clowns, # smile

John Lennon - Imagine

John Lennon's killer sorry for being 'an idiot' - New Wave Communications

John Lennon's killer sorry for being 'an idiot' - New Wave Communications



So John Lennon's Killer is "SORRY" for being an idiot??!!!  He should rot for taking such an inspiring, peaceful, creative human from the world.

Some days are so mellow.  I floated and swam and floated and read. Glorious.  I did what I pleased, which wasn't much.  It was what I wanted and what I thought I needed.  After the insanity of earning a living for a few days, sometimes a break from responsibility and non stop push chillaxin is what is called for.  Now the end of the day is arriving and I find that I wish I had done something today.  I don't understand that feeling.  I know I needed to relax.  It was hot today so the pool was a no brainer.  Reading is always relaxing to me. So why do I now think that I should have done something?  I think tomorrow I will need to go somewhere and experience something new.
#floating #relaxing #water#Glorious
 

Those were the days, Joey's tune

Judge, I'm not guilty
Judge, set me free
Judge, I didn't mean it,
It was the alcohol in me...........

written by a friend of mine circa 1972.  How come I have always remembered this tune, and I can't remember where I left my shoes? 

#fundays #drinkandlaugh #alcohol

the Wine Rack my husband made for me out of a few leftover pieces of lumber and a rake. #winerack #winedrinkers

I

Ice window 2013

40 years later, not a minute had passed.

Wish I was still there. #riverrapids#waterfun

Go ask Alice, I think she'll know, when logic and proportion...............The other side of the looking glass has been my home for many years.  The White Knight has talked backwards with me many, many times. It kind of makes me wonder, just what life is like for those that haven't.  Growing up in the times that I did and the places I have been have given me such a broad way of thinking. I see things outside the box quite often and when people don't get what I am saying or explaining I don't understand why.
The passing of Robin Williams and watching what he has done in his life has made me think about so much.  My intention for this blog is to give an in sight to life or at least to mine, but also to look at normal everyday things in a different way and to see the bright side that may make you smile.  I knew a few people, back in the day, that thought on the same kind of wave length that Robin Williams did. Not that they were as funny or as great, but they "got " what he did. Before stand up was stand up and Robin was Robin, I remember riding on the "EL", going nowhere really, with a friend.  He took an imaginary balloon out of his pocket and blew it up.  Then he set it on the floor and rested his feet on it.  He rested his feet there for 2 or 3 stops while people got on and off the train.  People walked around his feet floating there in mid air and never said a word. Maybe they couldn't see our faces behind the imaginary newspaper we were reading. Then he picked up his balloon, put it under his arm and we got off of the train.  I held onto that balloon for him while we walked around gawking at the tall buildings acting like we were from Hicksville, USA.  Those were the days when life was young and free and the world was ours for the asking. Maybe that is why I am affected by his passing to such a degree. We were on the same wave length. We saw things with a child's eye and nativity. And we laughed. Or maybe I am affected that way because the world is also.

This summer has been a HUGE success!  I have eaten anything I wanted including mounds of ice cream, towers of cake, and all the wine a girl could want and I have stayed the weight I was at the beginning of the summer!  I consider that a major accomplishment.

I think I will drink to that.............. 

#summer#wine#icecream#happy

September 22, 2012

The  perfect picture of an oh so wonderful day.
#wonderfulweddings

This page, Humans of New York is an outstanding website that looks into the hearts of human beings in New York.  It went to Facebook and now has over 9 millions people watching it and thinking and learning about their fellow man.  It's creator, Brandon, walks the city to find people to photograph and posts their comments on their life.  The response has been enormous. Brandon is now on a 50 day trip with the United Nations to see what is going on in the world and to make people more aware of what the rest of the world is going through.  I highly recommend this site to everyone, if you are human.  It is inspiring, funny, sad, and thought provoking.  Not visiting this site or his page on Facebook is a mistake.  It should be required reading.  Enjoy.

Humans of New York

6 hours ago

"We don't like pictures like this. It is not good to deduce an entire country to the image of a person reaching out for food. It is not good for people to see us like this, and it is not good for us to see ourselves like this. This gives us no dignity. We don't want to be shown as a country of people waiting for someone to bring us food. Congo has an incredible amount of farmland. An incredible amount of resources. Yes, we have a lot of problems. But food is not what we are reaching for. We need investment. We need the means to develop ourselves."
(Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo)

So I said to myself, I have been having a lot of thoughts on life lately and I think maybe one of them may be profound. In the very least some of them will be found amusing and hopefully some people will agree that I have made a valid point that needs to be heard.

Next my talented daughter designed a new blog to showcase her photographs. So I said to myself, maybe I should try that.  After all I took pretty good photographs long ago and far away.  And my stories of my life usually got a laugh.  So here I am, starting a blog.  
I hope to write something someone can enjoy.
I hope to write something someone can laugh at.
I hope to write something someone can ponder over and have their own miraculous conclusions.
I hope to write something while I drink my wine and I have nothing else to do.  After all writing this should be more interesting than playing Candy Crush. 
I guess we shall see.