Friday, April 2, 2010

"Favorite Things" Friday

I was emailing with my brother Franky's Mother-In-Law (Karen) today about this and that and we got talking about writing, and SPRING!, and Childcare in the Brunswick, Maine area (for my sister, Genevieve who is looking for a Daycare she might recommend).  I know, kind of random subjects, but she has been writing columns for various local newspapers since the mid-90s and when she recently emailed me to comment about the writing on my blog it meant a lot coming from her.

I have had so many ideas brewing in this head and it was great to email with her.  I told her my idea of committing to post on my blog atleast once a week.  Seems like Fridays are the easiest for some reason.

One of my "favorite things" this past week....since I heard it one afternoon coming from the radio in my kitchen (MPR).... is this song "Spring Wind" by Greg Brown.  It seemed to come at the most perfect moment for me to stop everything I was trying to accomplish while Astrid was sleeping, and just soak it in.

By the end of it my eyes were filling up with tears...of understanding.  I was smiling and had this amazing feeling of rebirth that Springtime often fills me up with.  I felt like singing with joy at the top of my lungs, and giving my family, friends, and the WORLD a big all-encompassing hug.  Maybe you will see what I mean?  I also LOVE the Jack Johnson version.

Another "favorite thing" (or, person) for the week is my husband, Jeff. It's funny, my blog has become the little Astralita show lately, huh? I guess that can't help but happen when she is changing every single day. But Jeff is my best friend in the whole world. AND, folks, tonight I get him all to myself. Once I post this entry. I'm heading out to the garage to grab the last few things we will need for an evening "out" (a fly rod and a cooler for our dinner in the driftboat tonight on the Clarkfork River). Thanks to our friends for watching Astrid we are heading out on a date.

I found these pre-Astrid photos on my computer the other day:
(fly fishing on the Smith River)
(At the Hogan Cabin we skiied into in Wisdom Ranger District.  Good times!)
(messing with flies)
 (winter camping 2001)
(Jeff was the SAG wagon for a friend and I on our 1,200 mile trans-Alaska bike trip)
(biking from Butte to Missoula one weekend)
(riding in Idaho)
(this photo was taken just before I met Jeff at a Motorcycle Safety Course in July 1999.  I bought this Yamaha 650.  What a little dork with my granny sweater, khakis, and sneakers.  Do you like the "Road Warrier" tinted windshield, or what!?)

I hope the Spring wind blows your list to-do away, this weekend!

Here are the lyrics!

"Spring Wind" ~ Greg Brown

I lived awhile without you,
darn near half my life.
I no longer see our unborn children,
born to you my unwed wife.
But yesterday I had a vision,
beneath the tree where we once talked,
of an old couple burning
their love letters so their children
won't be shocked.

Love calls like the wild birds--
it's another day.
A Spring wind blew my list of
things to do...away.

My friends are gettin older,
so I guess I must be too.
Without their loving kindness,
I don't know what I'd do.
Oh the wine bottle's half empty--
the money's all spent.
And we're a cross between our parents
and hippies in a tent.

[repeat chorus]

In a mucked up lovely river,
I cast my little fly.
I look at that river and smell it
and it makes me wanna cry.
Oh to clean our dirty planet,
now there's a noble wish,
and I'm puttin my shoulder to the wheel
'cause I wanna catch some fish.

[repeat chorus]

Children go to sleep now--
You know it's gettin' late.
I know you don't like to miss nothin'
and school ain't that great.
Oh, I'll dance with you when you're happy,
and hold you when you're sad,
and hope you know how glad I am,
just to be you're Dad.

[repeat chorus]

Darlin' it's been a hard go
but I think we'll be okay.
I know I say that all the time
like everything else I say.
Oh, I've been gone so often,
but every time I miss you,
and I don't really know nothin',
Except I like to kiss you.
[repeat chorus]

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