Polkas In The Morning, A Walk In The Afternoon.

February 23, 2013. 

It was cool and breezy this morning, and I was in my kitchen most of the time, listening to my favorite, EVER, polka program. I used to listen to several of them when I lived in northeastern Pennsylvania, and visiting or staying with Gram B in Michigan. There are so many polka lovers all over this country, some of them in certain areas that were settled by many of the eastern European immigrants in the late 1800s and early 1900s. This program is from KSPC 88.7 fm, Claremont, California. You can get it on the computer at KSPC.org. 

This morning was a good show as usual, and the DJ played quite a few new-to-him old LPs that his son bought at a large sale. Most of these songs were familiar to me, from listening to those long-ago programs, and dancing with my friends at polka dances in the 1980s and 1990s. The program runs for three hours, and how happy I am that it does! 

I was puttering with my breakfasts (actually one prolonged breakfast) and taking care of some snail mail while in the kitchen. After one o'clock, I felt quite tired, and took a short power nap, but kept lying there resting, and finally it was almost an hour. I went outdoors to get the mail, and picked some of those adorable, lovely intruders, the dandelions, that try to get over here from my neighbor's. Plucking the blossoms off them and some of the leaves causes the dandelion plants with their extremely long taproots to devote a lot of attention on making further attempts to grow more leaves.  

Googling 'getting rid of dandelions' I discovered that they indeed have such long taproots that it is quite impossible to pull them out for good. One has to use a special tool to loosen them all around, and then it is easier to get the entire taproot. If part of that is left in the ground, that little forceful root will eventually produce many more plants.  

While outdoors, I noticed that it would be a good time to walk, so I put the key and ID in my pocket and set out with much pleasure. I went a short distance down the street to the side street that would take me on a little different route, and walked briskly. I did stop from time to time to catch my breath for about thirty seconds. I saw a young apparently middle-schooler throwing a basketball on their driveway. The net is tattered and torn, probably from his older brothers' use, but still useful. I waved a 'hi' at him, and went on. 

I turned the upper corner and headed home. It was pleasant to take this different route. I stopped to study the very curly bark of an unusual birch tree. I would stop now and then to see an airplane rise in the air from the nearby airport.              

How lovely to see that metal bird fly 

Into the gorgeous azureous sky!  

I'll see you at the Corner Post ... 

Three Notes On The Staff.

February 9, 2013.

Just a few minutes ago, I looked out the front door to see what kind of day it might be. The Saturday Ad paper had been flung out of the delivery vehicle, and they were lying near or on driveways in the neighborhood. I went out to pick mine up. It is nippy outdoors this morning, but so very pleasant, with a pale azure sky bearing a lot of wispy little sheep on the meadow up there. 

As I was admiring and adoring such a lovely sky, I noticed a few birds sitting quietly and still, on the telephone wires. I like to call those telephone or electric wires my ' heavenly music staff '. The way the birds were situated was really noticeable ~ there were three of them, equally spaced along one of the wires, with the dove in the middle, and on each side of him or her about eight feet away was a single black bird. 

They were not moving one iota, and I quickly went back to the door to get my camera! Oh, if they would just keep sitting still, what a picture that would make! I stood on the little shallow porch and didn't go any farther for fear they would fly away. 

I snapped several shots (as good photographers do so they would get at least one good photo) and then suddenly one of the black birds departed. He must have had the thought, "Oh, I'll bet she is going to shoot me!" and then flew away to escape. 

But that didn't matter to me, because I did take enough pictures to satisfy my desire. I couldn't zoom in on the three of them, because they were so neatly separated at such a distance. 

I wonder what kind of meeting they were attending ~ was it a seminar, voting session, conference, or discussion? 

What a lovely beginning to a good day for me!  

I'll see you at the Corner Post ...