IT MAY NOT BE...

...good to go backwards in time.
I know, Reader Dear, you're thinking, "Oh! If only!"
But can you imagine what a colossal mess there'd be if everyone decided to put things in reverse!  And, of course, no one would agree completely concerning what year to which we'd all traipse backwards in time!

Suppose that today we are all HERE---two hundred years backwards in time from the year 2213!  We are living such a PRIMITIVE lifestyle!  Oh, gosh, can you imagine?!  We are living with those old-style flush toilets, and ...and computers!  (We thought they were such an innovation?!!)

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I WAS BORN

beside a river.
Well, Reader Dear, my mother didn't exactly give birth to me on a riverbank.
But I did take my very first breath at the Riverside Hospital.  The James River was running along nearby as I set about squalling.*
So I couldn't help but perk up and take note when this singer claimed the same experience!
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(At these performances in the park, one never knows what kind of shows might accompany the music.  One must not be too surprised [and tickled, as the case may be, when viewing camera footage long after the last notes of the concert have faded away], to realize one captured that couple [entangled upon the ground throughout the evening] just as they rose up to don clothing!)
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*And the Warwick flowed past the door of my childhood.
 Oh, that river.

THERE WAS MUSIC IN THE AIR!  So much music that I have the need to share, Listener Dear!  You see, The Yard Man and I, we've been going to those concerts in the park.  Oh, yes.  Week after Week.  Sunday evening after Sunday evening.  Except, of course, for the Fourth of July extravaganza (That Yard Man said, "Too many people!" and I concurred!)


It was Father's Day.  We planned a family picnic in the park prior to the concert, little knowing there'd be a torrential downpour and we'd have to huddle under the pavilion and move our picnic supper from table to table avoiding the wind-driven rain and then about the time we'd feel sure there could be no concert...ta-da! we'd have bright sunshine,

and puddles in which to play!  (As well as the concert, of course!  And a performer stopping by to wet his whistle [er...reed?] with water from the spigot at the edge of the pavilion.)

It was a delightful evening, including the suspense!
Before the music, but after the picnic, and while all the fathers that had eaten the picnic were still in attendance, I went for the Father's Day photo...

Dear Viewer, not every father was smiling by the time I stashed my camera...
...but, we made our way over to that concert area, and...oh, wow...what a concert!  (A gift for the fathers [as well as the mothers!]

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(More music...
....uh...stay tuned)

ENNUI...

...I love this word.
For the French-ness of it.
For the fact that it's mostly vowels.
For knowing that this wee little word has a whole world of boredom wrapped up inside it.  Ennui can be anything from leaning out over a black hole at a kooky and treacherous angle, to simply lacking the slight motivation to go and gather a bounteous bouquet of lilies when the lilies are growing like stars in the sky right alongside one's own  kitchen porch.

And if not lilies, then something from that glorious yielding-up of yellow that is the...hmm, what is this yellow flower, Viewer Dear?!
 

Or, I suppose, lacking ennui, one could possibly
make up a pink bouquet...

......or cut a cluster of roses from the masses.

There is so much one could do.
But...
well.
....oh, well.

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THE PERSON TRAP

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was invented by the

self-same person who

had so recently invented the Dog Trap.

This multi-talented guy then spent quite a bit of time drivin' an engine!

It was immediately after the spurt of inventing genius that the Tiny Actor and I were fortunate to enjoy many long, leisurely (oops, I mean short, frenetic) rides on his train!

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