Post-4th Enough To Make You Take the Fifth

When I was a kid, the fourth of July was my favorite holiday next to Xmas and my birthday because little old Livingston went all out for it. The day before there was a parade that was the only sure parade of the year. Ran through all of downtown, involved almost all the businesses and institutions and citizens as marchers or watchers. The day of featured an outstanding rodeo with fireworks immediately following. Especially when I retained that childhood sense of time where a day could feel as long as years do to me now, I flat loved it. The 4th of July incarnated summer. (Of course, didn’t hurt that it was the only holiday out there when you could be assured of a nice warm day.)

I still love fireworks. (I disappear into them and time stands still while they go off. It’s just an urge I’ve always had and I’m glad it did not go away. But the day after the Fourth is the one nice warm day I’m sure to have at least a small bought of depression. There’s the weird business where I feel winter earlier and earlier. But beyond that, today is one of those days I envy anyone who lived before the shadow of nuclear weapons existed. So the Cold War never turned Hot. So what? Means nothing.

Oddly what most brightened my day was Laura Miller writing about death. The message that includes the bad news is the strongest. I have to take a walk outside now.

Three Things I Was Deeply Pleased About in 2016

The Fisher Hill Reservoir Park was completed and opened this summer. All the layout and facilities are very classy and it’s a superb neighborhood resource. Our ideal place to have a quick picnic and a healthy walk.

Our badly cracked and uneven driveway was finally dug out and replaced with a proper stone foundation and modern asphalt. And we only had to pay for half of it.

I lost almost 40 lbs ovetr the course of the year and am very comfortable with my new eating routines. This time I think it will stick. Or stay off. Get thee behind me, Flaban.

Listening Back, Pt. Whatevah

Especially in the two weeks between Xmas, N Year and my birthday I try to dig through neglected piles of recordings and see what I hear. Esp. if I can’t recall much about the album. Today I did Victoria, Live in Germany by the Arthur Kell Quartet (bjurecords, 2009) and it charmed me with its grace and peace mixed with bright stabs. Turns out the bassist leader is even a MA native.