Thoughtful Thursday – September Playlist

I’ve come to the conclusion that music is absolutely, positively essential to this Spoonie’s morning routine. I skip the tunes and I’m dragging around like a half-dead-out-of-the-water Scyphozoa. Yep, gotta have the tunes. Here’s what I’m listening to on September mornings.

September 2022 Playlist

Something Wild ~ Lindsey Stirling
Passionate Kisses ~ Mary Chapin Carpenter
Happy ~ Pharrell Williams
Uneasy Rider ~ Charlie Daniels Band
Knock Three Times ~ Tony Orlando & Dawn
Human ~ The Killers
Wild Thing ~ The Troggs
The Little Old Lady from Pasadena ~ Jan and Dean
Time After Time ~ Cyndi Lauper
See You in September ~ The Happenings
September ~ Earth, Wind and Fire
September ~ The Shins
Changes in Latitudes ~ Jimmy Buffet
Both Sides Now – Joni Mitchell
Wake Me Up When September Comes ~ Green Day
Moonlight Feels Right ~ Starbuck

So, let’s fire up a player and get goin’. If you’d like, you can listen on Spotify here.

Til next time ~Thank you for the music ~JP

Silent Sunday – Food Glorious Food

Farmers Market Haul

Eat food. Not too much. Mostly Plants ~Michael Pollan

Breakfast at my house.

I’m just a girl staring at a bowl of bran flakes and fruit, and asking it to be a giant blueberry muffin and vente pumpkin spice latte. ~Me on Monday

This post inspired by Marsha’s WQW # 34 healthy eating

Til next time remember ~Eating sh*t when you feel like sh*t will only make you feel sh***ier. ~Unknown

Til next time ~Pass the pumpkin pie spice ~JP

Friday Flashback — If

Welcome to another Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Ahhhhh, flashback thy name is “70’s” Here a bit of nostalgia from the greatest decade … like EVER dude. Originally posted September 9, 2018 for Song Lyric Sunday prompt of “Picture/photograph.”

IF — Bread

The quintessential love song, so much meaning, exquisite melody and rich vocals. David Gates was once quoted as saying it was the best song he had ever written. To me “If” and Bread in an esoteric kind of way was the very soul of the 70’s. Underneath it all, it was an era of love and beauty.

If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can’t I paint you?
The words will never show
The you I’ve come to know

If a face could launch a thousand ships
Then where am I to go?
There’s no one home but you
You’re all that’s left me too
And when my love for life is running dry
You come and pour yourself on me

If a man could be two places at one time
I’d be with you
Tomorrow and today
Beside you all the way

If the world should stop revolving
Spinning slowly down to die
I’d spend the end with you
And when the world was through
Then one by one the stars would all go out
Then you and I would simply fly away

Songwriter: David Gates

lyrics courtesy of my memory, any discrepancies or variations from fact should be viewed as all natural by-products of having actually lived through the 70’s. 😉

Til next time ~Peace Peeps ~JP

Silent Sunday – Woman’s Work

A man may work from sun to sun, but a woman’s work is never done,
and as for holidays … they’re a double shift ~Grandma Cope

Retirement is when you stop living at work and start working at living ~~ from a coffee mug I received as a retirement present

Til next time ~Peace Peeps ~JP

This post inspired by Marsha’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday: Labor Day/Work Ethic/Dirty Jobs or Writer’s Choice

Thoughtful Thursday – The Soft Kiss of Autumn

from my polyvore collection, finished in paint 3D

Autumn Comes

Summer passed in a verdant haze
of growing things
herbs grew in my garden
with wild abandon
birds nested and fledged
mornings were greeted with
dulcet tones of birdsong
and harmonies of the lake

Summer wound her capricious way
through the year and my heart
dancing with wild abandon
until the air itself was exhausted
then settled into lethargic rest
as we settled in a hammock
Summer and I waiting for
Autumn’s gentle kiss

And so Summer slips into slumber
and I wake to cooler mornings
and dream of soups and stews
of beeswax candles and herbal teas
I wait with the tingle of anticipation
for the supernova of color
as Autumn paints the world
in the brilliant shades of her choosing

Come Autumn, and welcome

Til next time ~Breathe in the coming season ~JP

Silent Sunday – the Wisdom of Cars

Grand Torino GT at a car show in Rapid City, SD

Speed, I am Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick. I am Lightning.
~Lightning McQueen – Cars

Classic Thunderbird at a car show in Rapid City, SD

And she’ll have fun, fun, fun, til her daddy takes the T-bird away. ~ The Beach Boys

Inspired by Marsha’s Writers Quote Wednesday – transportation cars and trucks

Til next time ~ Old muscle cars never die, they just go faster ~JP

Thoughtful Thursday – Dog Days of Summer

from my polyvore collection

The breeze this morning bears a certain something. A phantom caress as I lift my face into it and breathe in the faintest lick of coolness. A sigh comes unbidden at the first hint of Autumn. As nature prepares to run her flame-colored tongue over all this green and fresh, I pause in anticipation; sensing the tingle of excitement the precedes the nuclear explosion of color that is Fall.

I seem to lose a bit of myself in summer, routines go to pot, fatigue runs amok, outing plans are lackadaisical at best and all sense of purpose seems lost in an endless litany of “what’s for dinner?”

The “ber” months may well be the most scrumptious of all, but to get there, I must slog my way through the sticky final vestiges of Summer. Those final dog days that can leave even the most resilient Spoonie exhausted and frumpy. Hair has wilted refusing to do anything other than frizz, shorts and light tee shirts have long since lost their appeal, cosmetics are comprised of nothing more than sunscreen and even a bentonite clay mask cannot restore any semblance of vigor to my lackluster complexion.

And so it is time to rest, to dream, to plan. To re-establish the structure that supports our lives. Time to plan fall outings, and winter holidays; to dig through my recipes for soups and savory muffins. Time to dream of pumpkin spice and contemplate the world over a steaming latte. Time to breathe in and pause in anticipation … Winter is Coming.

Til next time ~ Keep Calm – Fall is coming ~JP

Silent Sunday – Chose to Chance the Rapids

rafting on the Animas River in Colorado

“Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
‘Til what we put off ’til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don’t you sit upon the shoreline
And say you’re satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide…yes”

Inspired by Marsha’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday #29 – Rivers

Til next time ~Dare to Dance ~JP