Upper Black Eddy

is a place in Pennsylvania along the Delaware River and also a combination of words that springs back to mind every so often, such as when peering over the side of Reber’s Bridge to see a stranded tree that is lodged in the middle of Tulpehocken creek and has two large branches from what is the left side as seen from this vantage point and another much more submerged one from right side, that divides off from trunk at lower point than other two, causing a swirl of water within space between tree trunk and submerged limb. To the other side, water flows clear and relative fresh, no sign of sudsy mud bubbles that are locked in if you but glance over hump of  bark hull of partway sunken vessel. On the fresh side fishes a man with a natural net and some kind of metal pole – not his rod – that is laid in the water. He holds a rod in his hands – flash of grasshopper green – scene through the metal open grid.

It has been about 5 years, I think, since I have walked this upper end of the county park trail, a place I saw daily for several years. Much tree removal and trimming, part of the parks ongoing tree and trail plans. I have just come from the county recycling center which is open 8 to 1 on Tuesday. They accepted a stereo CD player our household wore out. Two men working there said today is quiet, Saturdays are very busy, with lines that begin at 7:15 in the morning and wrap around the barn, extend along Hilltop road. On a very busy day 280 vehicles in four hours, dropping off televisions and electronic equipment. What point of origin? All from Berks? Point of No Return. I test the tip jar, it works. They give me a magnet with 2017 Special Waste Collections information and let me know there will not be an event at the stadium.

The path I am on has one or two pathlings, four small red feathers, a jumbo black walnut with black and rust coloration enhanced by rainfall. A squirrel fetched something from the canal scampers through the water, which must be up to its belly, runs up a slope, scoots up a small tree with a number of low branching trunks. A small dead rodent, wet grey fur, lies in the grass. Some trees are draped with inches-thick vines, natural artistry, kind of a fhasion, show A turtle bobs in  lock water, another turtle and another – try to discern markings on shells, try to divine them. Four turtles, one with sort of scarab and another flower. Scull and cross bones. A pirate band-aid, for real.  “I am a camera.”

Upon return to trail head, a tall standing heron alert in the creek, accompanied by two fly-fishermen.  Lovely grey color, beautiful fennel fanned feathers looks about. From the bridge, the bird seems to be on triangulate rock. Now, a runner on trail – wading bird rotates its head toward and opens beak possibly to comment on fellow two-legged creature.

In the parking lot men trim trees that would be, I believe, on federal government side of things. Antique Versalift boasts three red Keystone symbols that appear to have been painted or stencilled. One guy smokes cigar, two has chain saw and third takes off his yellow hard-hat, revealing soft baseball cap and he heads toward bridge, as if heron were calling.

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Onyx

POur over coffee = rerun same old grounds. Mozart is 12th? Are you nuts? Gring’s Mill few pieces of bark of no significance whatsoever. Two good pathlings, all sticks.  Mockingbird feather. 41. Aqua yarn. Small small dog sticker peeled off blacktop. Honeycomb hornets nest section, seven birds on the wing – why do we say that? – odometer 93111. Three people have not picked up their papers. OPEN FACED MB

WITH FF & SODA

BK for 10pc. with buffalo, mark you. $1.58 exactCHA_CHINGnge. 1869 Silver Irish Notre Dame. Noter. T& D Construction BBrubacher. How in the world did that car land on its side? Laundromat 4 quarters and a dollar bill if you are not using this machine in order to

Gale warning.  A gold L. Wawa 5. 93123. To the well. Dancing monitor. Simon sky.

 

 

BTS and BTW

Back to school season is upon us. While the savvy and most organized shoppers have already placed orders for school things back in April or May, right now is the prime time to start thinking about AHHH! school supplies.

My mother was a big fan of stationery. She liked to shop for fresh items. She liked different things. She passed that love on to her daughter, who is borderline paperholic. No, full-fledged! What could be better than fresh pads of paper, notebooks full of nothing but possibility, new pencils and erasers, art supplies. They give you hope. You give them ideas! You exercise creative power!

As an Amazon warehouse worker and picker of orders, today and yesterday have seen a lot of Crayola products,  from tank-style markers to boxes of crayons to – one of my favorites: the metallic coloring pencils. Crayola is not just for kindergarten age people.

Speaking of kindergarten, a book called Mrs. Bindergarten and her Kindergarten or something like that came across my path today – she is getting 26 new students and they have interesting names.

Also related to school is the book bag or back pack. The Leaper knapsacks with pretty and colorful flowers and nice stitching continue to impress, along with their slogan or motto: Action is Power. (Information is power too; nonaction is also an action.) Today there were daisies and some earth tones that transition from spring and summer into the autumn weather. A refreshing sight is also a simple backpack and North Face had this in their RECON backpack in dark blue with some green accent details. In the area of novelty bags are the Harry Potter Diamond Houses slouch bag, and Bose sound systems has a very cute charcoal color soft bag about five to six inches square that appeals to me.

It is not possible for a person on a modest budget to purchase everything one sees. If there were less spending limit and more free retail rein, these are some things yours truly might buy:

Repel lemon and eucalyptus bug repellant in a carry-along two pack.

A tee-shirt from The Mountain. They are always coming out with a new shirt with cats of wolves or something and it is always enjoyable to find one.

Funny meow drink cozies with a white cat that has red white and blue stripes on its face. Ha!

A Tart Tamper. This is a smooth-turned wooden stick that I have never used one of these in my life but why not?

C-Line three-ring notebook pouches.

Even —— ? Cake strips. These are to make nice unruffled edges on multi-level cakes,

A Peter Pauper press mosaic journal in brown and gold hues.

Stepping toward Heaven??? A purple journal that was written a long time ago. Steps to Heaven?

Something CIGA striped bathing suit in red.

Putting mirror to align your shots on the gold course or putting green.

Gracious Granola from a company called 18 Rabbits, with a San Francisco address, looked yummy and it is hard to sell me granola.

Squid lures.

Cute baby nail clippers with a yellow duck on them and a Japanese name.

A blue baseball cap with a fleur-de-lis and postmodern bling.

JAXX portion control lunch bag with a beverage container that rides with it. These just in!

Eighteen three and a half by one inch cardboard strips were inside a plastic tote. I picked them up as trash and find them endlessly fascinating – they emit positive feng shui vibrations. In the middle of it all was a nifty metal pipe fitting from a company named Merit.

The Modern Jazz Huntress

Four-time Grammy award-winning vocalist Dianne Reeves graced the stage of the Sovereign Performing Arts Center in Reading, Pennsylvania Friday night for the opening concert of Boscov’s Berks Jazz Fest 2013. While in the presence of Miss Reeves, one is conscious of her skill. excellence in vocal art as it applies to jazz, and the extreme pride and pleasure she takes – and gives – in her work. There are those who can sing, those who can’t and those who become instruments in and of themselves. She represents the epitome of musical mastery.

Her smile can take center stage anytime.The anecdotes she tells are – well – noteworthy! To have the audience in the palm of your hand is one thing (she did) – to treat the three tiniest bones in the body to the best night they ever had is another (she can do that too.)

Miss Reeves wore a gold and turquoise or aqua gown, and her eyelids matched the blue that enhanced the dress. A sensible and stylish woman, she wore flat sandals with embellishment on the strap leading from right toe to ankle. The left sandal, which often peeked or poked out from the hem of her floor length gown, was more visible more often than the right, which stayed tucked away.

The Reading Symphony Orchestra, which accompanied Miss Reeves in addition to the vocalist’s own impeccable quartet on the drums, piano , bass and guitar, formed the musical backdrop and supporting musicians, including the harp. Neither programs nor written lists were supplied to the audience. A paper lay on the floor of the stage near Miss Reeve’s right throughout the concert.

A partial list of what was sung would include A Child Is Born, Embrace Me, and a Song Without Words. Miss Reeves was generous with her performance, and although the crowd asked for more, the voice is a delicate thing which requires both exercise and rest.

It is interesting that festival advertising and the local media kept her appearance so low-key. That a headliner’s name should need to be found between the lines allows a filtering of response, so that those in the know, knew and those who need not know would ever know.

Pie Plate

A cut paper plate slice lends a little white space to the grass. The sight of it reminds me I have recently seen ceramic plates made the shape of a pie slice. Is there no end to human ingenuity and inventiveness?
A black and white cat rests on the porch railing of a house near the woods. It is, I think, a kitty called peanut. Its white marking is a pie slice on its nose. Another black and white cat darts off and a solid black cat disappears in another direction. There is still no sign of Tuxie. The pair of urns by the front door of that house contain forsythia branches with yellow flowers and gerbera daisies in a variety of colors called brights. Today is July 5. The grass is in browning mode.
As a result of reflecting upon the matter of a missing cat, I have decided Tuxedo, while giving no hint of it except for dappling the floor length curtains with pee, may not have been happy in his present home and has extended his visit to the Great Outdoors to leave me time to clean up the house and make the front porch more inviting, to stock up on kitty treats, to schedule play time and to supply more than enough cat litter boxes. If he could write a reverse ransom note it would be – I will come back under these conditions but not these. If it were a written request from him, it would be – Can we make our home and life together a great affair? There would be cake every day on a pie-piece shaped plate.
Paula Phipps’ beautiful book entitled Mirrors rests on the library table in my living room. A banana-peel yellow sticker two-thirds of the way down its spine indicates it is a New Book. Shiny plastic protects the dust jacket. The cover photograph shows an array of frameless art deco mirrors. The author has gathered items that take us through history, bring us the past, send us on a trip around the world, and bring new lands and cultures to us.
I was surprised to find, on page 48, a painting of a man standing next to a mirror. The mirror depicted in the painting is a twin of the mirror I can see from the living room sofa as I read this book.
I am looking at a heron. It is in a room in Texas. Isn’t it rich? The heron is gold. The book, published by W.W. Norton & Co., Inc., is due today.
This morning at six o’clock, when I came back from looking for Tuxie, the sunrise dripped molten gold on parts of plants. Tuxie is priceless. He has a black dot under his chin.