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We escaped!

First warm and sunny day of 2021, and oh how good it was to feel sun on my face. March might still have an ass-kicking stored up for us, but Winter has definitely turned the corner. They’ve turned the ewes into the field behind us and the lambs will be popping around on the banks soon.

Hang on, folks! We’re almost there!


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: February 26, 2021, 8:44 pm

What a lovely photo. Wish it was in color. The sand and water look so smooth and inviting.

I enjoyed an outing today, too. My first in ages. JavaMan and I went to the small-town library—signed up for library cards, and I checked out five books: two Robert Crais novels, and three on gardening. The librarian who was processing my application said, “Oh! You’re my neighbors.” We are in a small rural subdivision and she lives on a lane that dead-ends into ours. So that was neat. Picked up Thai take-out for lunch. Now I am exhausted, and need a nap 🙂

Winter not going away here, not yet. JavaMan still talks about the 22 inches of “clear to partly cloudy” that fell in the last week of March, 1987.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: February 26, 2021, 10:03 pm

Are sheep wearing masks?
Maintaining proper social distance?

How about the actual sheep?

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: February 27, 2021, 12:58 am

Continuing on from yesterday’s (lack of) appreciation of Lawrence Ferlinghetti, a internet conversation today with an old friend stumbled into Procol Harem’s “Conquistador”, and subsequently “A Lighter Shade of Pale”. The latter has always resonated with me and it mesmerizes me with its enigmatic story.

The relevance here is that it reminds me of a argument that I had with a professor back in my college days: he insisted that, as a song lyric “A Lighter Shade Of Pale” was -not- poetry, while Ferlinghetti’s crap work was great. I argued that the delivery method, typed or hand-written, spoken or sung, did not matter. He said, “shut up kid”. I was disappointed in him.

I leave ya’all to be the judges*

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, ‘There is no reason’
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well’ve been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

* Ya’all can be judges as long as you agree with me that this is poetry and better than L Monsanto on his best day ever.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: February 27, 2021, 12:22 pm

@Some Veg – that song (when I finally could figure out the lyrics, you know, back in the day when we couldn’t plop down at our PERSONAL COMPUTER! and look them up) isn’t one of my favorites, but it also is one I will let play all the way through and not change the station.

And after seeing some of Larry Spaghetti’s ‘poems’, none of which impress me, I’ll go with you, ‘…shade of Pale’ has some brilliant verbal images in it.

And it is indeed enigmatic, but sometimes that’s what makes a song, or poem, better for me. That is, left wondering what the ‘story’ is.

Examples off the top of my head:
South Side of the Sky – Yes
Brothers in Arms – Dire Straits
The Wind Cries Mary – Jimi Hendrix
Gates of Delirium – Yes

Spaghetti doesn’t leave me wondering, I can’t help but read his stuff and think he was a pretentious twerp, like so many of our ‘modern’ brilliant lights, so I don’t read a lot of his stuff.

Comment from Drew458
Time: February 27, 2021, 5:49 pm

Ms Weasel when she was a young’n?


Shades of Jean Luc Ponte: she’s got a see-through banjo with electric pickups.

This young lady has been performing since she was 11.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: February 28, 2021, 3:09 pm

Here’s some Sunday Stoatiness for your idle amusement:


Comment from Drew458
Time: February 28, 2021, 3:39 pm

OMG Uncle Al that was total squee!! Cuteness overload.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: February 28, 2021, 3:45 pm

OMG – @BMJ just prompted a memory on the Larry Spaghetti carry over post.

And I realized –

Ferlinghetti = Maynard G. Krebs.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: February 28, 2021, 3:52 pm

@UncleAl – LikeButton – press press press

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: February 28, 2021, 4:40 pm

@durnedyankee — Yeah, that worrrrrk?!?s well!

Comment from p2
Time: March 1, 2021, 5:37 pm

Sun….. I remember Sun. Got another 18 inches of snow over the weekend and it’s still way below 0F here. Almost like a normal winter for us.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 1, 2021, 5:56 pm

Drew458, I can play Salt Creek, but I ain’t that clean. For some reason, it became the serious show-offy tune of our times. It’s hard.

Uncle Al, the guy in the video is Robert E Fuller, a wildlife photographer. There’s a much longer video of his rescue stoats (among other things) on his channel.

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