I hate to follow up a discouraging post about gun violence with a Monday Blues story but this is one irritating Monday. We all have them. I spent an hour with a computer operator at RU trying to get rid of some wierd announcement I get when I try to go to the site.
After a full hour of back and forth and his manipulation of my computer he said they were having a short and that was the last word I heard from him.
If he doesn’t try to call me back it will be a little hard not to think he was making that up because he just couldn’t solve the problem. I will wait and see. Now I have to log in to all my sites with pass words I have a hard time remembering. This is not fun.
I have to go see about a rather sudden growth on my forehead later today and, to modify an old hit song, all she wants to do is paint!
Cheers, it really is Monday!
Side Street Original Acrylic Painting has been Sold
Yesterday we were discussing music after church. Our organist is great! She also plays the piano and the guitar and was trained in voice! I always thank her after church because I know how much work goes into music. I play my piano every day. Clyde has studied music more than I have and is familiar with the historical development of the art. He can play the guitar very well but doesn’t read music.
We were talking about singing and how hard it would be to sing really well. A singer can’t drop a note the way pianists can and get away with it. Clyde said that he would be dropping notes right and left and everyone would be headed for the door if he sang solo. I don’t think anyone is considering asking him to sing.
I hate to be gloomy but I am wondering what is happening to our freedom in the USA. I don’t think the terrorists have to work so hard to frighten us anymore. Our own people have taken care of that. We shouldn’t have to be afraid of a movie theater or a store or a political rally or a race or anywhere else but the thought of being in the wrong place at the wrong time is now a part of my thoughts.
We have always had mentally ill people but we have not always had all these shootings of people going about their daily lives. I don’t want to get into a gun control debate but I wish these horrible events would quit happening so frequently. We can’t stop living to keep from dying but we also shouldn’t have to consider the possibility of being killed for no reason.
I am pleased and a little sad to sell one of my favorite Blue Ridge Mountain paintings, “Another Rocky Knob”. This one is special as it is the main site where my husband has researched birds and butterflies most of his life. He also leads hawk watches there in the fall.
As I have said before, I live to paint but I can’t take them with me so I am glad this painting is going to a good home in Richmond, VA. The patron is buying it for her boyfriend for his birthday! Original artwork is a great gift. It is the unique expression of one artist. Of course, prints will still be available.
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I am still griping about how little time there is in a day to get everything done. Both my husband and a WordPress friend said if I had more hours I would just find more things to do. They are right but I would like to try out an addition. I think I would take a little more time off if there were more hours in the day.
Clyde said if it were possible to add two hours to the day the government would tax you for four!
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The trees I can see from my window are so beautiful right now! I love to see the yellows, oranges, and reds but I especially like the trees that have green leaves and red ones at the same time. They don’t call me the Red/Green Painter for nothing!
Rocky Knob in Fall Original Painting has been Sold
Three beautiful Blue Ridge Parkway Mountain Vistas
Calvary Episcopal Church Ghost
An Episcopal church in Fletcher near Ashville is said to be the site for a ghost. The church itself does not have a ghost but there are reports of a Phantom Rider of the Confederacy. The Phantom Rider is said to be the ghost of a woman on a palomino horse. She pauses at the road by the church and then gallops by as if she were being chased!
I got this story from Local Asheville Ghost Stories website.
Life with The Word and Bird Man – Clyde Kessler
Yesterday I was so excited to NOT see the big black ants sitting around the poison enjoying life! I thought one of them had finally gone back to the nest and annihilated it! No such luck. They must have been sleeping in. They came back full force around noon.
We live with ants in the summer and that is all there is to it. We are not going to spray chemicals that are also harmful to us so I guess I will keep on feeding them. As long as they stay in all the little cafes, they aren’t in our food, so I can’t complain too much!
Don’t forget about the next Blue Ridge Discovery Center Events at Floyd Fest on July 25- 27th!
In cooperation with the New River Land Trust, BRDC will host a series of educational booth activities throughout the week. Friday is iffy for BRDC, which also scheduled another farmers market day
I hope you enjoyed my paintings by an artist of The Blue Ridge Parkway!
Located 1 mile past Zooland Campground on Pisgah Covered Bridge Road outside of Asheville (.5 mile past Forest Hills). There is old farmland there with a number of hauntings that have been reported over the years. The farm is made up of about 18 acres with several farmhouses scattered throughout.
A little girl’s voice is heard deep in the forest. A boy who hung himself there haunts the upper farm.
An old lady and her husband haunt one of the houses. Her brother died in the woods near the house and can now be heard singing at night while he makes moonshine.
A shadow of a black horse has been seen running through the woods and then vanishes. There is a company who uses the location now for a haunted attraction called Terror Town so it is very easy to access during hours when they are there working. One of the staff lives at the park so don’t try to visit this one without permission.
I found this story on The Blue Ridge Parkway Guide online publication
Life with The Word and Bird Man -Clyde Kessler
THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE A SLUR ON MY HUSBAND OR OTHER POETS! IT IS JUST A FUNNY INCIDENT.
How many poets does it take to change a light bulb? In this case – none. An electrician was called in to do the job.
The other day my husband replaced the bulb in our porch light. Later, he turned on the light and it didn’t work so he turned the switch off so he could see if the bulb was broken. As soon as he touched the bulb it shattered into a zillion little pieces.
As luck would have it we had already arranged to have an electrician over to work on a broken ceiling fan so he checked the circuit to make sure nothing was wrong with the light fixture. It was just a faulty bulb!
I hope you enjoyed paintings by an artist of The Blue Ridge Parkway