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Listening to: Willie Nelson – “Whiskey River”
Do you remember the first record you ever owned? Mine was the Beatles’ “A Hard Day’s Night” and Santa brought it with my portable record player the Christmas I was six.
We had a stereo console in the living room. It was a big piece of furniture, encased in a maple finished cabinet and had two sliding doors in the top and gold flecked speaker upholstery. My mother had a good collection of albums: Roger Miller, Nat King Cole, Andy Williams, The Ray Conniff Singers, Vikki Carr, Perry Como, Ray Price, and soundtrack albums of every musical Rodgers and Hammerstein ever wrote.
Reading is more than a hobby for me. It is an addiction. I read at train crossings and long traffic lights. I read to go to sleep, and sometimes while I am blow-drying my hair. I read acclaimed memoirs and trashy beach novels, best sellers and quirky sleepers. I read cereal boxes and instruction sheets. And I have read my car owner’s manual from cover to cover.
Listening to: Carole King – “You’ve Got A Friend”
The deer in our front yard. Spring, 2011
One of my favorite philosopher-thinker-historian-musicians stopped by my office a while back. Doctor G (aka Gregg Andrews) and his wife, noted Civil War/Southern history author Vikki Bynum were back in town for a brief visit, from their new home in Missouri.
Our mile-a-minute conversation covered a lot of ground, but the visit was too short. We made hard and fast plans to get together for lunch or dinner during Spring Break. Their Spring Break trip was derailed by illness, and I am sorry to have missed them.
Listening to: Walt Wilkins – “The Shape I’m In”
Historically, I am not a big fan of exercise. I admire people who do it. And I was pretty good at it back in the day. Okay, that “day” is sort of a fuzzy dream like when middle-aged men sit around drinking beer and talking about their championship high school football team.
Now, I was not ever an athlete of the catch-a-ball/make-a-goal/win-the-game-at-the-buzzer sort, but I liked to dance, and was completely caught up in the aerobics fitness era. I even owned Jane Fonda tights and big shirts and leg warmers, and wore such fashion statements in public, like to the grocery store after class. And I clearly remember “feeling the burn.”
Listening to: Deryl Dodd – “Good Things Happen When You’re Around”
Around the first of the year, I discovered a quirky little website called “One Good Thing” that singles out life’s pleasures and promotes the idea of sharing the things that give us joy.
So is it too optimistic to look for One Good Thing every day in 2011? They don’t all have to be trips to paradise or lottery wins. I think I can. And I bet you can, too.
Listening to Shelley King’s “Welcome Home.”
I am not quite sure how it came about, but I am a charter member of a small but unique organization, The Obituary Club. We are an unlikely group of women. Men are not discouraged from joining our group, but none have yet to actually step forward. So for now, Jenni and Janice and Joan and Denise and Lana and I make up this odd group. Our ages range from early 30s to mid 50s.
Listening to: Guy Clark – “Maybe I Can Paint Over That.”
Okay. I’m here. I’ve been meaning to come here for a while but have been dragging my feet. I need the exercise and discipline of a journal. And I love blank books and good pens that glide across the page. But the reality is that I don’t sit down and write on paper for pleasure much these days, unless you count grocery lists or post-its.
As I set these lofty goals, and say that I really am going to write here once a month, I am already figuring out how i can "submit" some of the papers I write for school - book reviews, biographies of music writers, etc.
I am going to start this list of my favorite blogs in no particular order -(okay – maybe alphabetically), and add to it regularly. Starting with my friends’ blogs – and those I read regularly. As I go along I will add strangers’ blogs. I will try to track my wandering and share what I find along the way.
But you are going to have to do your part too. Send me links to your favorite backroad blogs.
Coach Stacy Fowler: The most upbeat fitness guru and buddy I know. She’s in it for the long haul!
Pat Conroy: Sometimes I just want to virtually sit at his desk for inspiration.
daughter of dreams. sister of songs. champion of both.Susan Hanson: Her version of life.
Joe Nick Patoski: writer, historian, Texan.
Mary Mikel Stump: A Hand Upon The Latch.
Janice Williams Loves Austin: Title pretty much says it all.Susan Wittig Albert: Notes about writing, landscape, and life in the Texas Hill Country