Guaranteed for Life

Yesterday started in Zurich, Swiss capital and concluded with cabbage. Heron under red bridge yesterday – sipping water – as it threaded through.

This morning, well, 5th R and a badger in Black Forest, Bing cherry. Story of bobcat stuck to grille meWowOw. Nussbaum…setting new ideas in motion. 10:00 a.m. Giving Tuesday. 8 !8

818. Debussy and $3.18 for breakfast. GRY-3451. Toast with Honey. Bentley company truck. R.E.S. among other things scene. “My scripture,” Luke said.

V S S in red and white. Three enormous metal pipes  ridin’ the highway, (one) on top of the (others) (two). Moving right along. Walk. Walk. Talk. Talk. Triangulated tag. Blue heron flies across creek at 12:10. Afternoon keeping house. After housekeeping, mail gathering. Phone call ING. A shower of birthday cards from family. JOY. Tears, Antioch. Reaching out!

Off to printer’s. Checker 12. School Students 46. A over T 00017. A 77 and 513 Santander to first street. not oo late! Not by a latte long short shot.



One of the highlights of the past weekend was the appearance of the elegant Jasper String Quartet at the WCR Center for the Arts. Four superb young musicians delivered twelve movements of three pieces: Mozart’s String quartet in D Major K. 575, the Bartok No.6 and after intermission: Dvorak’s “American” string quartet in F Major Op.96.

The two ladies of the quartet wore stunning, simple gowns that helped reveal not only their shoulders but also the supreme and clever wit of the quartet. The men wore dark suits, white shirts and solid-colored neckties – the ties to coordinate one for one with the ladies’ gowns, which were a lovely blue for Sae Chonabayashi, who plays violin and a nice sound red on the figure of Rachel Henderson, who delighted all of the audience with her drop dead gorgeous playing of the cello.


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     


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.

Cat. No. 99

   The source of the title of this blog entry has to do with Christmas lights. It has nothing to do with cats, or herons. When one bulb, burns out, the rest of the string stays lighted.

   What does a reader expect from a blog? Why does a writer compose? If the cereal box is on the table in front of you, you read. WordPress provides a nice outlet for mental stimulation. There are many lovely and interesting posts published daily. Why look at this one – some days you might not feel you are getting much?

    Some days you may receive no content whatsoever, just a headline. Some days you get nothing. Some days you get something of questionable value and some days, something you can put to use. The employment of ideas is up to each one of us. We can decide what to think about, accept and decline. “Could do without that – could have done more with this.” I want something more solid.

   To return to the subject, features and benefits, creatures and assets – selling points and notes about what you can appreciate about something. Some houses contain actors who play their parts and provide drama. What happens here is what happens everywhere else and nowhere else at the same time.

   This afternoon Mojo is curled up on the sofa with me. I had been making lists of things to do and drawing diagrams of the cats’ names.

   I stroke Mojo’s black back. My fingertips apply mild extra pressure. He sheds. So much hair! Good grooming is essential. Basic, you could say.

   Domino, black and white, strolls into the living room, gets on the shabby box first and establishes himself on the windowsill second. He looks outside.

  “Where’s Tuxie?” I say. “Where is he?”

   Domino has emerged from hiding since Tuxie’s disappearance. It is one of the positive aspects of the redistribution of affection and attention. Tuxie is a little bolder, although both are shy. We improvise. Tuxie is out at music lessons, playing etudes or nocturnes, maybe.

   Enter Simon. The land line telephone rings. Simon jumps onto the sofa with Mojo and me. Nothing bothers Simon except touching his hind toes.

    The mystery caller hangs up the receiver upon the completed repetition of my recorded message to leave a message, if you wish.

   Mojo quarrels with Simon, who has come between us.

   Mojo jumps down and walks off.

   Simon settles on the end of the sofa.

   Domino exits.

   Mojo sits on the shabby box in front of the window.

   Cats have nine lives, people say. Lights for holiday glow, the show, oil and sheen of human life, letting us know we are alive. Bulbs on a string – bulbs in the spring. Do we not yearn for lasting and unbroken relationship? Is that not a need and a want?

Tricolor Car

Traffic pathling: a medium sized sedan with a white replacement driver’s side door, a hunter green left front body and the remainder and bulk of the car metallic neutral beige. Metal, wood and water.

The main desk at the Reading library has wrest a spectacular book from my clutches because the renewal due date has come around for  Above The Earth: 365 days, a small heavy book of photographs and writing. One day I ventured beyond my normal Dewey decimal system comfort zone into the science area and this was one of the pleasant results of a physical search. The photographs of Yann Artus-Bertrand cover the globe and encompass the activities of mankind in commerce, agriculture and industry and display some of the intracies, beauties and oddities of nature and geography. Some photographs feature architecture, one: garbage and another, a man on cotton bales. I found myself attracted to the green patches of fields and farms, the blue waters and the earthy patterns of dates, dyes and carpets.  Wildlife is included. An island of Japan is shaped like a fish. This is how we move through space.

Copy Paper

   A cardboard box, empty of paper, has been sitting next to the railroad tracks for a couple of days. Earth Day was yesterday. Many were celebrations held over the weekend. Our schedule permitted attendance at the Reading event Saturday April 21 at Riverfront Park.  

   A band was playing as the shadows lengthened on the grass. The Main Stage lineup board indicated Umami was on. Umami has a cool sound, including an oboe and some of their songs sounded like Dr. John or else they were playing Dr. John.

   In addition to the sounds, there were sights:

Hippies with hula hoops and Long flowing skirts.

 Girls painting on each other’s skin.

A man with a well-behaved brindle Great Dane. The pair was magnetic and attracted comments like “he’s as big as a horse.” The dog wore black leather accessories with studs as if coming from a Harley Davidson fashion runway.

   Most of the vendors had cleared their tables under the information tent. A small separate canopy housed bicycles. The sandwich board listed six cycles and a trailer to the other side carried the slogan It’s a Solar Thing – You Can Understand.

  Most of the food vendors were shutting down and the choices has dwindled. Several people scooped colorful Italian ice which has almost no aroma. A  woman clad in short shorts performed with a hula hoop accented with about five flaming wicks distributed around the circle and many videographers truned their attention her way.

   A green cloth was hung on a line tied on two trees. The cloth was printed with words and a couple of globe shapes that gave the impression of batik. The words were Hope. Happiness. Save. Throw away your cash. Before and After, Eliminate Drugs, Help save our earth. Two young women were about to break camp and noticed I was writing in my notebook. One of them described the origin and the process of the fabric work – it was made by children in an outreach program and they used  glue and acrylic paints to create the piece. Ever since then it keeps occurring to me how fortunate it is the young women and the children got together. It would be nice to make something like it.

    Feeling tuned up, I returned home by way of the River Place trail along the Schuylkill river near Reading Area Community College (RACC). Piles of stone, baled with wide plastic strapping, have been placed under the Penn street bridge. The Penn street bridge, when you look up, is crumbly but maybe not as badly as the Buttonwood street bridge. Where the stone belongs is unclear.

    “This has been here for twenty years!” a man cried out as we passed the stone pallets. ” Twenty years they’ve been sitting here and the city is crying for money.”

  I copy. Do you read?