Good conversation with interesting topics and lots of laughter
Freshly brewed coffee
Sitting outside, the sun on my face, taking time to simply appreciate nature around me
An email from a friend - or even better, a snail mail letter from a friend
A compliment from a stranger, especially on a…
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.
This is one of my favorite movies of all time. Half the things I ever say are either direct quotes from this movie or attitudes I have stolen, expropriated and emulated. I’m really Margo Channing with a Goatee…and without the spectacular Broadway career, and without the Edith Head gowns. No ones perfect.
Been there, haven’t done that.
The film stars Bette Davis as Margo Channing, a highly regarded but aging Broadway star. Anne Baxter plays Eve Harrington, a willingly helpful young fan who insinuates herself into Channing’s life, ultimately threatening Channing’s career and her personal relationships. George Sanders, Celeste Holm, Hugh Marlowe, Barbara Bates, Gary Merrill and Thelma Ritter also appear, and the film provided one of Marilyn Monroe's earliest important roles.
What do to about it…that’s the question.
Great feel to this.
I love this song.
My Uncle purchased this Electrohome record player in the mid 50’s. I image that Ella, Clooney and Sinatra were mainstays.
It was later given to me by my parents. This is the record player I scaled as a three year old to play my father’s record collection. It was here, on this machine, I single handedly destroyed every decent record album in the house. The heavy stylus in the hands of a three year old…not exactly and ideal combination for the health and wellbeing of my father’s record collection.
I wasn’t tall enough to reach the turn table, so I used to scale the thing like a mountain climber, album tucked under one arm, two hands for the climbing. I used the slats on the front of the speaker box as a ladder to climb up and down.
When I would reached the top, I’d balanced myself while placing the record on the turn table and after throwing the “on” switch, I’d drop the stylus on the rotating record and then proceed to climb back down. All the while the record would repeatedly skip from the vibration of me decent. I think you get the picture.
Twenty some odd years later I placed my first self-produced single, “Life Goes On” on the old turn table…and played it. In a strange way, things had finally come full circle; I was finally in the box that had so inspired me to want to make music in the first place. In so many way I couldn’t have comprehended then…mission accomplished.
The dreams we form in early childhood can become powerful predictors of what we wind up doing in the future; whether it’s a good idea…or not.
It’s Coffee Time.
Everyday is national coffee day around here.