Sunday Night ...music Best of Bowie! Need I Say Any More?

I have been playing different music since the start of Corona. Not long away, I started to combine my photography with my blog, but now I started to add music to my day, my photography and my blog.

Music today and then David Bowie.

     and let the dancing begin.....gently begin

It Might Not Be Pretty But It is My New Normal

Falling into patterns each day, more and more. Wake up. Make Coffee, check the so called news, and then turn on WBUR Classical Music, open the door to our guest bedroom and breathe, and exercise, and give thanks for all we have. Our house is just the right side, my christmas ear phones block out the french lessons of my partner, and our newish bed is organic and wonderful. What more can a self imposed quarteened lady need? 

Spent time outside yesterday, cleaning up the planters, and some of the herb garden. Our Webber grill has been dusted off and is in the yard now. The bard owls talk to us day and night. A lovely sound.

I have time to get peaceful with my arthritic body. We talk, sometimes the body listens. Works for me. Tonight, will be the first time of this spring 2020 season. Let there be smoke, I say. 

Soon, it will truly be spring. The hummingbirds will be back, the phoebees will guard their territory

I will be outside more, exercise and work more in the gardens. It is not perfect, but it is good.

Love

Music Today:
Italian Cafe
Putumayo World Music


Sun is out.and the rains have stopped. Walked down to the pond and back. Very quiet on the pond. No people, no frogs this morning. Too chilli. This afternoon the sun came out and the birds and the frogs started to do their things. The birds are singing, flying and looking for nesting materials. The frogs are look to mate and their call and yell and plea for sex. They are loud. Very loud my friends. Wonderful sounds. Peepers in the vernal pool by our house. We also have another one down the street, close to White Bridge. I could hear them today at my house. Yes, they were down the street but, I heard them sing also.
Our friend has a bad cold. I hope for the best and fear for the worse and pray to the winds, seas and trees that it is too soon to take him from us. Just too soon. Please. Listen to me.
Doing embroidery is so much easier than 50 years ago. For the life of me, back then I looked at the sketch of how to make French Knots and knew in my heart that this stitch will kill me.
Fast forward to now. Yes there is this Corona Pandemic going around killing people. But we have the internet to search how to make french knots on YOUTube.    How cool is that. Must be positive these days. I watched the video twice and now I am the queen of French Knots. This is good because the only piece of my embroidery that need to be completed is the FRENCH KNOTS.

I am loving this. I am the queen of french knots. Only have 90 more to do.

The really last item on the embroidery project is to do my name, and beginning date and end date.
BHM 70/20 maybe a heart or  BMilhender 1970/2020 ...no way to Barbara Milhender 1970/2020. Too many letters.But before I decide, I must finish my Frenchie Knots. 

Thoughts on Completing a 50 Year Project

50 Years ago I started an embroidery project. One day...a long time ago, I put this project away in my closet.

My  New Years project was to clean out my closet, my junk, reduce and live better.

So, I came across this project in the closet. We were already self isolating ourselves at home.

March 20, 2020 Home Self Quarenteened

Magellan TV Documentaries...another war.....another age............................

March 19,2020 OMG thought today was 20th

I hate to admit that there is some confusion about the day it is. I was off by one day. Its Thursday not Friday. Self distancing has hit again.
Yesterday I walked down our street to White Bridge which goes over the Little River. I was with a wonderful neighbor. She walked down to my house with her special dog Misty. We walked at least 6 feet apart. She and Misty on the right side, and me on the left side. People looked at us funny. It was clear that we were walking together, but, only we knew we were only being safe. She and I both have husbands over  70. We must do everything possible to protect our senior citizens.

We talked, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company.  As she dropped me off at my driveway. I called to her "Lee, remember my good news....my deck benches are six feet apart and as the flower come out soon...I would love to have a tea party with you."

How a Week Changed My World 2

NO. 2

Self Isolationism and the Six Foot rule.

Buying an election with $1,000 per person for each and every american.

Pandemic Department was deemed by our president useless and promptly after his ignogical day, he simply eliminated the entire department.

We now are in one of the most critical eras of this country. He can do whatever he wants.
He has the government on the run.

Why do people hoard toilet paper.

Millenniums  think that they will be exempt of the rules. They crammed into Pubs in Boston for the week of St. Patrick's day. They don't take it serious.

Millenniums seem not to be inclined to vote.

Has everyone gone mad?

I sit at my desk. Listening to The Rag of Time..17th-c English lute songs and dances. Tra La La.

I have spent hours today, in silence. So calming. I watch the woods around my home and know that soon, very soon...the azaleas bushes around the yard will start blooming. After them the rhododendron, and so on. Eabh flower knows it time to bloom, until Summer arrives and they all display their happiness of the warmth of the season. The soft rains, mild winds arrive to my delight.