Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Fri, 23 Aug 2019 21:14:23 GMT
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On Taylor Swift's new album, Lover, there is a song entitled, "Soon You'll Get Better". It features The Dixie Chicks.
In the song I heard, "... so, Jesus, now I pray to you..."
That line got me thinking about my prayer to Jesus today. I can find only one prayer, "Thy will be done."
Standing here, palms open to the sky, tears streaming, "Please, Jesus. I'm here. This body can move things. I can love people. Use me, as thou whilst."
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Fri, 31 Aug 2018 02:41:53 GMT
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The Pachelbel Canon is the world's magic chord progression. I usually listen to it on repeat when I decide it's a good day for it. Here's my goto recording:
Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan used to end his spiritual seminars with a sing-along to the tune of the Pachelbel Canon with "Hallelujah" as the only lyrics. He'd start with four Hallelujahs per bar, and then lead us in singing along with two Hallelujahs per bar, finally adding a descant part. Here's my quick Garage Band recording of that (37 seconds):
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sun, 16 Oct 2016 15:01:06 GMT
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At the farmer's market yesterday morning, there was a lady from the local hospital offering to give away a cheap jumprope and water bottle to anybody who would jump for one minute. I did it, but boy was I out of breath afterwards. I did it using the skipping method, not hopping up and down with both feet.
I thought I was in pretty good shape, from walking and bicycle riding every day, but one minute jumping rope showed me that I was fooling myself.
The rope is now hanging on my bedroom door, where I will hopefully see it and jump every day, the hard way. I did 15 jumps this morning. In a couple of weeks, that should be a hundred, and I'll be in much better aerobic shape for it.
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Thu, 21 Jan 2016 18:52:00 GMT
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I went shopping last Sunday at the local Stop & Shop, the place I usually go for stuff I can't get at the local health food store. They had a large bin full of big-as-a-kid stuffed animals. An elephant followed me home. My brother-in-law named him Garth. He makes me smile every time I look at him. Welcome to my home, Garth.
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Fri, 27 Nov 2015 01:43:13 GMT
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Last Sunday morning, while out bicycling, I lost my iPhone 6. It was in a hip holster, clipped to my belt. I didn't notice it missing until leaving the store, a couple of miles from home. Find My iPhone didn't get a ping from it, so I figured it was either broken, or stolen by someone who had turned it off, but I retraced my ride, looking for it carefully. No luck. When nobody had tried to notify me within a few hours, I went to the Apple store (where my son works), paid off the remainder of my AT&T Next plan, and got a new iPhone 6S Plus. I had wanted to do this in September, when the 6S was introduced, but didn't think it was worth the money. Losing my year-old phone was a forcing function.
As part of investigating what it would cost to pay off the phone, I chatted online with an AT&T agent.
Me: I lost my iPhone...
AT&T: I hope you're having an amazing day.
Me: Well, it was more amazing before I lost my phone.
The AT&T person apologized, but I got a good chuckle.
I got a new holster for the new iPhone, but in order to make it less likely that this will happen again, I bought 50 feet of paracord with 5 side-release buckles, and followed these instructions to make a bracelet long enough to secure the holster to my belt (using 12 of those 50 feet).
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Thu, 15 Oct 2015 13:54:30 GMT
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See that beautiful little girl with the puppy at the top of the page? Well, she's all growed up. Will be nineteen in a month. When I left my wife of 24 years, I left her, too, but I do my best to see her at least every other week. This week she's spent a couple of nights in my spare bedroom. Lucky me! Here's a recent photo of her, taken by the extraordinary Jane Feldman.
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sun, 06 Sep 2015 14:39:41 GMT
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The summer after eighth grade, I went to an eight-week summer jazz camp at the University of Wyoming. Stan Kenton's band was there, as was Maynard Fergunson's band. I learned to read beebop rhythms, and had a blast.
We played a trombone quartet arrangement of Jimmy Van Heusen's "Here's That Rainy Day". I found an arrangement online by "Bob Morris".
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sun, 05 Apr 2015 01:16:58 GMT
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I moved into my new apartment on Wednesday morning, with the car-load of stuff I'd been living from at my brother's house. Spent most of the rest of the day buying a bed, a couple of kitchen chairs, and a dresser at a local furniture store, with a big discount thanks to dropping the name of my realtor, who recommended the store. Then spent two hours at Walmart getting everything you need to outfit an apartment.
As it turns out, I forgot the shower curtain, which I discovered at shower time on Thursday morning. Off to Walmart again to get one. This time I forgot the rings to attach curtain to rod. So I improvised and tied it up with little pieces of the clothesline I used to hold the futon mattress to the top of my car on the trip from furniture store to home (I took one chair and the mattress. The other chair, the bed frame, and the dresser will be delivered on Monday, goddess willing).
On Friday morning, I rented a U-Haul truck, picked up a guest mattress my mother had in storage, and drove to the house in New Lebanon. Spent a long time loading boxes I had packed, and my broken scooter. Dropped the scooter at Ronnie's Cycle, and unloaded at the new apartment, carrying everything up the long flight of stairs. My sister-in-law helped with the mattress and a lot of other boxes. Thanks, Lizzy.
Today I went to the dentist to get a replacement for the temporary crown that fell out on Thursday, and went back to the house to get a few things I neglected yesterday There's still another trip to make. And I need to unpack and clean everything, and throw away a bunch of it.
