Three 2 UNO 5

Yesterday was Sir Simon Rattle’s birthday anniversary and I did not get to write about it/him, the one who conducts with a baton so blessing the world. So engaging the sound and compositions from long ago and far away to the ear and how.

Today there are other birthdays and so forth and so ON.

Three. white on black – right edge justified. 2 on emergency vehicle driver side front with a red R, I think red, maybe orange instead; UNO card of undiscovered denomination. Yes, your excellency. 5 on a muni weehicle. V.

Sir Oliver Munday

Dear Queen Elizabeth,

Revered ruler of Great Britain. Please add the name of book cover designer Oliver Munday (The Underground Railroad) to your list of persons to consider for knighthood.

I hope you enjoy good health today.

Sincerely yours,

An American in Reading

N – 1 over 1

A walk this morning at Gring’s Mill to marker 7, the site of the Winters Mill and on to red Bridge and back. Sunshine and blue skies, decent temperature making it a sparkling day. Found a small green candy wrapper with Asian characters, a discarded white facial tissue that had become folded and flattened just enough to forma a pattern much like petals. Checked my balance on the wooden beams of the parcouse. My balance was good.

Admired the trees. Said hello to some of the walkers and joggers and mothers with children in carriages. On a Wednesday morning, there is light traffic. enough to keep you company  without being overcrowded.

Wondered why one sycamore in particular has its trunk forming hard bony protrusions much like some horses’ withers. A glance across the Tulpehocken Creek leads me to think it may have something to do with the telephone pole. The growth of the tree trunk is that direction, at the angle that points that way.

On the fine screenings of the path further up find an oval sticker “Proud to be an American” that looks like the kind a customer may receive at one of the local grocery stores. the stickers come in rolls and the cashiers will give you one or two if you ask.

Near the 6 marker is  a   metal (stainless?) piece of some kind with a black rubber tip. Ten holes have been made in a row lengthwise. It is a piece from something – to make an adjustment? I left it there.

A splendid pathling composed of black walnut stems. No pen , no paper, no camera, had to measure it with index finer and rely on recollection. At red bridge watched the reflection of the ripples of the creek upon the underside of the bridge and wondered how the two affect each other over time. Beyond that point a couple of squirrels chattered and chased on the trunk of a big tree.

This is the time of year the ash blades fall to the ground. At first these look like fairy oars; as they become weathered and trodden the blades split break up a bot. A bowl of ash blades makes a marvelous fall decoration – just to look at, sift through your finger, hear the very faint rustle of a big collection of them. And the color – neutral and gentle.

On the way back to car, saw a perfect example of the compound leaf of a shagbark hickory. It was in the center of the path lit by sun and was extremely tempted to touch it but did not. Also one very nice Judas tree leaf – heart-shaped; and a locust tree that has grown as large as some sycamores get. You do not see locust trees that large very often.

The one pathling had been disturbed by travelers by the time this writer got back to it. I spent some time thinking about my father William, whose name comes from the German Wilhelm for helmet. He died at age 55 from colon cancer or its complications. The name of his high school yearbook was the Colophon. Reflecting on this made me wonder if it is not only fiber and diet that affect the health of the colon, but also its Ph.

Back to the sycamore tree with sideways withers, observe a Bell Telephone pole within the park. Metal numbers and a letter with a dash

             N – 1     

                         1      

are nailed to the pole. the lines connect to the larger telephone pole across the stream.

More pathlings, one of a broken pine cone in vertical section with pine needles. Met a friend from the horse world and her 21-month old son!

 

 

 

 

Night at Coca-Cola Stadium

The A.A.C.T. committee (Amazon Associates and Community working together) awarded the writer of this blog two tickets for the Lehigh Valley IronPigs game Wednesday. The Toledo Mud Hens were the visiting team for Ladies Night. Melissa, daughter of  dear friend Adrienne Hubble, went along on the fly. Melissa, who works in security, proved to be an excellent navigator and interesting conversationalist.
Coca-Cola stadium is a dream! Coca-cola stadium is kept clean! We parked for free, thanks to Philly Pretzel. We walked to the gate, where we were welcomed handsomely!
We – and nearly every other guest – passed several tables set up in the mezzanine or concourse: one for Amazon (fancy that!), one for Cedar Crest, and one for 2015 Ladies Night presenters Lehigh Valley Sporting Clays. This caught my eye because former sister-in-law Andrea Seefeldt shoots clay.

Melissa was thirsty for the beer garden and  she knew the way. Our servers – the Ladies of  Cap and Tap – were dressed in delightful German costume. The writer of this blog soon discovered the difference between and IPA and an IPO when she order a Flower Power IPA. Seldom a beer drinker, this writer found the brew extremely bewitching – in other words very good.
We found our seats near left field and boy were they good! The IronPigs stadium has an impressive board listing their major sponsors and sponsors for that particular game. The envelope in which the game tickets were provided is filled with notes as this notetaker tried to include everyONE!
The Toledo Mud Hens were the visiting team and were good sports. They were no match for the Iron Pigs, who scored 7 runs to win the game and bring home the bacon. My favorite player was Aaron Althere, wearing number 27. Every time a run is scored the bottle cap on the coke registered trademark bottle send up a flare type of firework! At another point of the evening, tee shirts were sent by cannon into the stands.

One of the team mascots, FeRROUS, signed my admission ticket, upon request, for AACT and to wish ABE 2 Amazon warehouse Happy Birthday. Another mascot FeFe danced near the field and was charming in gesture and motion. The program includes a marvelous coloring page of her for children to complete. She could be a cover girl!

Budget constraints prohibited me from partaking of the many fine concessions – the aroma was in many ways, nearly as satisfying. I resisted an impulse to grab the leftover chicken tenders someone placed beneath a seat, to take home to feed the cats. It causes me to wonder if there is a way to round up some of these leftovers to feed sheltered animals.

We stayed until the game was over and rode the jitney back to the car. The IronPigs did not let us leave empty handed: we were given samples for Mane and Tail shampoo, a free slice coupon at Big Woody’s (four locations) and $10 off a purchase at Dick’s. It was a lovely night and the free parking pass leave me in a quandary – whether to save the Philly Pretzel coupon or tear it into the shape of one and return it to the park as a gift. Since that night have visited Big Woody’s and that is some awesome pizza. All in all, the trip to the game was worth it and Lehigh Valley earns a grand slam home run. It was good clean fun.

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.

Princess

   On a ten-dollar bill the word Princess is written, with a crown doodle to the left of it, both in red. Yesterday on the way home from the library located the first of the colored leaves – some maples turning orange and red already. A sample leaf has a kink in it so it does not lay flat, it curves like a section of the earth.

   No herons to report. Somedays it is enough to get the dishes done and find uplifting activities. Due to the mirror on the wall at an angle and a kitchen corner shelf dislodged from some of its pinnings, it seems there may have been a small tremor this afternoon while the Princess was at the pool.