Let the Wild Rumpus Start

Maybe Sparrow

Neko Case sings the hell outta this song.

Maybe Sparrow:

Maybe sparrow you should wait
The hawks alight till morning
You'll never pass beyond the gate
If you don't hear my warning

Notes are hung so effortless
With the rise and fall of sparrow's breast
It's a drowning dive and back to the chorus

La di da di da di da
La di da di da di da

Oh my sparrow it's too late
Your body limp beneath my feet
Your dusty eyes cold as clay
You didn't hear my warning

Maybe sparrow it's too late
Moonlight glanced off metal wings
In a thunderstorm above the clouds
The engine hums a sparrow's phrase
For those who cannot hear the words
For those who cannot hear the words
For those who will not hear the words

La di da di da di da
La di da di da di da

Maybe sparrow
Maybe sparrow

What's on the Table :: Nov. 28 - Dec. 4

Monday

Spaghetti Puttanesca from last week that we didn't make

Make Crunchy Blueberry Coffee Cake, From Joy of Cooking

Tuesday

Winter Lentil Soup  (lentils, sweet potatoes, leeks, kale, yum!)

Make chocolate chips cookies with Liam

Wednesday

Tarragon Chicken

Sauteed Broccoli Rabe with Lemon

Baked Potato

Thursday

Turkey Burgers with Spicy Roasted Potato Fries

Friday

Roasted Chicken

Bulgar salad with Vinaigrette

Teach Me Tonight

This is Amy Winehouse at 19, before she became, well, the Amy Winehouse that we all know. 

Wowsa. Set a pipes on that girl.

Teach Me Tonight:

Did you say I've got a lot to learn?
Well babe, don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Go on, teach me tonight

Starting with the ABC of it
Right down to the XYZ of it
Help me solve the mystery of it
Go on, teach me tonight

The sky's a blackboard high above you
If a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky

One thing isn't very clear, my love
Should the teacher stand so near, my love?
Graduation's almost here, my love
Teach me tonight

I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky

One thing isn't very clear, my love
Should the teacher stand so near, my love?
Graduation's almost here, my love
Oh oh teach me...
Oh oh
Teach me tonight

What's on the Table :: Nov. 21 - 27

Monday

Red Bean Chili, double for rest of the week

Tuesday

Peanut Braised Tofu with Noodles

Wednesday

Make Cranberry Nut Bread for Thanksgiving morning

Make deviled eggs for next day

Dinner Out with Family (Probably Weary!)

Thursday

See Local Menu in Later Post

Friday

Spaghetti Puttansca

 

Week 108: Seeing Beauty

Reading my favorite photographers and blogs around the world tonight... I was struck once again by this photographer.  Her work is more than astonishing; it reaches deep inside.  It does more than inspire me; it make me feel lucky to be alive. 

While reading another blog, I found this poem:

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.



Naomi Shihab Nye

 

Here is my boy.  My muse.  My Liam. 

  

 

 

Must Read

This is all I have for today. 

A well written post by another mother out there.  Writing about what is true. 

Seeing Past What it Seems.

She ends it with, "Please be gentle with me, I am doing my best." 

My friend that recommended this article also has another quote on her facebook wall,

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." -- Plato

So true.  Please read. 

Dinner Theatre

We welcome you to dinner theatre. 

Your dinner tonight includes pesto noodles with garlic shrimp, the side is sauteed carrot "circles."  Please note, you will only be able to eat three shrimp, because they will be taken off your plate and eaten before you get a chance.  As a special treat tonight, the noodles will be deposited into your hand when the host is done. 

Dessert includes squishy toddler thighs and stomach.

Tonight's entertainment features an encore presentation of Racecar in the Night, starring Liam Powers, with a new drum solo in the middle. 

 

We hope you enjoy the show. 

Number One in My Book

No band makes me more excited than Arcade Fire. 

Number one in my book. 

 

Be Here Now

Have you seen this commercial?  I don't think a different phone is going to solve this problem, but it is still a cool commercial regardless. 

Holy Cats! This is GREAT!

 

Must have this. 

From Etsy seller ModishVintage:  Vintage 1960s white ceramic Christmas tree with multi colored lights. Removable plastic ornaments, molded base, central lighting cord with switch, light texture snow on tip of the branches. Really beautiful when lit up!

How cool is that?!?