As we drove up our driveway last night, I looked to the right, at the edge of the headlight beam, to see if there were deer eating our Cortland apples. Jim, the previous owner, had told us that was something of a problem, and the Cortland got the worst of it because it was farthest […]
Archive for September, 2006
At lunch yesterday I was watching a butterfly migration. Close to the time I sat down I noticed two monarch butterflies fluttering around the parking lot between the building where I was sitting and the parking garage. They circled, gained altitude, and drifted off southward over the garage. Half a minute later another butterfly flew […]
Over the weekend, I think it was Sunday, I dragged our old Singer sewing machine out of the attic to see if it would work well enough to be worth taking to Maine. We haven’t used it in fifteen or twenty years — we replaced it with a Necchi that has a free arm, which […]
A few weeks ago, when I was in California at my high school reunion, I was in a conversation that went something like this: “And where do you live now?” “Massachusetts.” “Oh, that’s one of those small states back East that are all on the same puzzle piece.” “We call that New England.” — but […]
I saw a raccoon on my street on the way home from klezmer tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one. They were decimated by rabies about fourteen years ago. For several years before that we used to see them very often.
There have been a couple of recent posts about unintended meanings of product names (see Unfurnished Brooklyn for one and a link to the other) which reminded me of this van that Arlene and I saw in New Brunswick probably twelve years ago: I guess it means something else in Acadian French.
On Friday evening we had Anne & Matt and Charley, Nicole, & Emma over for dinner for the first night of Rosh HaShanah. We ate early so Anne & Matt could get to Casco at a reasonable hour (and even so it would only have been reasonable at their age) and so Emma could get […]
I got another song into Finale, another of the four Goldenshteyn pieces we got last Tuesday in klezmer class. This one is his “Rushishe Sher”. A sher (pronounced like share, what you learn to do in kindergarten) is a lot like a square dance. It can go on and on, like a square dance, until […]
Barry handed out four new pieces on Tuesday night at the first meeting of the klezmer band class for the year. They’re all attributed to Goldensteyn (no first name given), who’s not the composer but the musicologist who collected them. Someone collected a large number of klezmer tunes in the Soviet Union in the ’30s; […]
When I was working in Burlington, at my previous job, there was a big construction project going on across the street. First they were demolishing a big industrial building over there, with cranes and power shovels and wrecking balls. Then there was a period of blasting. When you heard the five minute warning whistle you […]