Metronome which belonged to Maria Callas---from Sotheby's Catalog
We had quite a busy morning, with Sweetpea coming down the stairs with her Mommy about 7:30, and then her Daddy dropping in for coffee on his way to work. We’ve been for a long trike ride---forgetting that THIS was the day we were going on a Discovery Walk, with her spy-glass (magnifying) and her new little basket (her first-ever purchase at a Yard Sale).
The neighborhood is full of little findable objects, from pretty rocks to fallen leaves to tee-ninecy strawberries, small as a pea, peeking through the freshly-mown grass of the median. We intend to go back out in a bit, since it’s ONLY 87 right now, compared to the 98+ of the past few days.
But right now we need a MOMENT. It’s been like Barney in Raleigh
We took the “scenic route” home just now, riding through the ups and downs of the tunnel of trees on a side-road, with Our Girl’s request on the CD player---“Play Number ONE Again!!” We rocked to Adele all the way home, with those Irish drums booming and our hands clapping and all of us doing such vigorous chin-thrusting head-nods to the music---I’ll bet the cars we passed just caught glimpses of what looked like a carful of big deranged chickens.
We’re all of Irish ancestry back along the line (and on my side, American Indian, as well), so I think drums are in our blood---the heartbeat of millennia, with the Celtic rhythms all the way back to the Firbolg’s sticks and rocks, and the centuries of hide-covered logs and pots serving as dance tempo and work beat and ceremonial flourish.
Anyway, we’ve had quite a morning, and it’s time for a little cool-down on all fronts.
So, while we take a little break, try a moment with Adele---just discovered a couple of months ago, and highly addictive for listening. She is who she IS, and that's WAY cool.
