Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Staten Island PS 22, 5th grade chorus led by 'Mr. B'
Watch for this group at the upcoming academy awards. They will be presenting a special music feature in the show. We read about it in the current NY Times, and here is a video clip about it:
Because our son Lee is a 5th grade teacher at Houston in his first year with Teach for America, we are wanting to put this raccoon news posting in his hands. He reminds us of these kids' teacher, who they call 'Mr. B'. Lee is called 'Mr. D' by his kids.
Here's another clip of the PS 22 chorus on UTube:
Hurray for teachers like these!
Friday, January 14, 2011
MONA ONCE AGAIN CHEATS GRIM REAPER
RETURNS HOME ALONG OLD MAN (FOX) RIVER
Mona, 1-14-11
Daring Mona the cat, age 20, spends today in her chair, resting from a harrowing yesterday at the small animal hospital. We took her in the AM, thinking this might be it for her, following a day and night of true moaning, with an impossibility of excreting liquids or solids. Gagging often, nothing much to vomit up. Therefore, she lay in her traveling box with no sign of caring. Thoroughly woeful. Death's-door City.
But then, in the presence of her vet with whom she is well familiar (many years of good old Dr. Amy), she became alert, standing nicely on the exam table, sparkly of eye. Downright frisky. At one point she lept down and jumped into her box, signaling her readiness to leave and return home.
"Let's give dear Mona another chance," said Dr. Amy, after not finding any major obstruction in her tract. "She's not ready to go just yet."
So after a day of enema and hydration procedures and observation at the clinic, we picked Mona up at 5:30 pm, paid a smaller bill than we expected, and happily headed home.
Our route took us down along the Fox River, and as we traveled, Mona began to hum Paul Robeson's 'Old Man River' inside her close-quarter carton. I know the song well, for it came out in the year of my birth, 1936. It is from the Broadway show, Kern and Hammerstein's Showboat.
Through the years, I've heard the song everywhere. It was appropriate that Mona would be moved do a celebratory rendition along the Fox, and although the quarters are a bit constricted in her carrying box, I believe I heard her doing one chorus of the otherwise somber song in soft-shoe. Yet, there is no gritty substance in there.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Sarah Palin's motivational words:
Friday, January 7, 2011
Dee bakes a Sunshine Cake
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Unhand me, sir
Monday, January 3, 2011
Simple pleasures
Thanks to Kevin Keadle's dangerously sharp serrated knife
bought from him a summer or two ago when he was
a knife peddler between college semesters,
we deftly sliced thin slices through
Gramaw's hefty steamed Yuletide fruit cake:
nuts, dates, cherries, limes
and all,
done without effort.
Easy-cutting, and a tasty delight!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
"Cloaked in a vagueness"
In today's NY Times, the layout staffers again placed Verlyn Klinkelborg's editorial, Rural Life, in its customary place, at the bottom of the editorial column. Bringing up the rear with his fettlesome thoughts.
Klinkenborg's words have resonant merit, always. In today's piece he mentions of his forebears in Iowa in 1936, and the great snow of that year. I was born in Iowa, in 1936, in that great snow, and we safely made to a hospital before I emerged, thanks to good old Uncle Lee, who was on duty then, driving a Cedar Falls city snowplow. Uncle Lee cleared a path, in time.
It was the earliest time for me.
Klinkenborg's words have resonant merit, always. In today's piece he mentions of his forebears in Iowa in 1936, and the great snow of that year. I was born in Iowa, in 1936, in that great snow, and we safely made to a hospital before I emerged, thanks to good old Uncle Lee, who was on duty then, driving a Cedar Falls city snowplow. Uncle Lee cleared a path, in time.
It was the earliest time for me.
Perforce, cloaked in a vagueness.....
NYT rural writer,
Verlyn Klinkenborg
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CORREXION AND APOLOGY:
In yesterday's post, the SRN goofed badly.The Leonard Pitt column intended to be rendered in readable form was truncated at the right margin, cutting off some of the words, and we did not catch it before hitting 'send'. Today, in the interest of space-saving and electron conservation, we attach a link for those who wanted to be able to read Pitts' piece. We deemed it more than good enough for the raccoon news:
In yesterday's post, the SRN goofed badly.The Leonard Pitt column intended to be rendered in readable form was truncated at the right margin, cutting off some of the words, and we did not catch it before hitting 'send'. Today, in the interest of space-saving and electron conservation, we attach a link for those who wanted to be able to read Pitts' piece. We deemed it more than good enough for the raccoon news:
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It is Three Kings time.
We attach a link to pianist Pamela Howland's fine rendition.
Pamela is the sister of our inspired pastoral locutionist, interim Minister, Rev. Deborah Howland.
The facial similarity between the sisters is stunning and beautiful.
See what is meant by that. For those unfamiliar with said likeness, watch the video. Then, come to see and hear Rev. Howland at First Congregational UCC, 100 E broadway, Waukesha WI:
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Fast away the new year passeth
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