Wandering Sioux Apr 3 Your comment about marble statuary zapped my mind back to the day “Our Gang” – the O’Brien boys and me, the “boy with the keys to the car” went to visit the California Institute of Technology. We had just begun entering the campus, when we found a similar white marble statue under the stair well. Kelly, the nine-year-old, looked at the statue, then looked at me. There was such trepidation in his eyes, it seemed as though he thought I’d smack him, just for looking at the “Art.” The O’Brien boys were being raised by a single, divorced mother. I don’t know how she managed the personal hygiene portion of raising her sons. It seems as if she was hypersensitive about male body parts. I smiled and said that back in the day, ancient Greeks hadn’t worried about nakedness at all. Then, it seemed as if we couldn’t “move on” until the boys had absorbed every minute detail!
This is an aspect of divorce that I hadn’t thought a lot about until that day. The O’Brien boys did have one “Man In Their Lives” - a Bishop, or Archdeacon (?) someone called Monsignor whom they watched as he raised golden challises and crosses while dressed in elaborate robes. From Kelly’s reactions to that Greek statue, I got the feeling he was missing a key part of his “childhood education.” At school, the boys’ principals were careful to assign them to male teachers whenever there was one available on the staff. For playtimes, I’d do “boy – things” with them, such as body surfing in the Pacific Ocean. But whatever opportunities they had in their “female-raised” childhood - they were missing out a lot in being Fatherless Children. Good for you, GK, for being there “In Fatherhood & Familyhood & health!”
The bath towel on us males are knotted around our waist. If they drop it’s like a parachute, wherein the knot is pulled and you glide to ecstasy. For a few minutes.
GK, you should have been with us at the great Bangor Symphony Concert last Sunday. It featured the premiere of Kenneth Fuchs' Star Gazing, pieces inspired by 3 paintings (prints included in the program), Gabriela Martinez plying Rachmaninoff's Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini (who know there were 24 variations), and Richard Strauss' Also Sprach Zarathustra (seeing it live for the first time made me appreciate the rest of the piece past the thrilling fanfare, ironically playing right now on an ad). Come to Orono ME on April 30 when the UMaine Oratorio Society , of which I'm a member, will perform Beethoven's 9th symphony with the BSO. However, like you, I'm not an opera fan.
My husband is going, but I'm not a fan of Wagner so I am going to visit my relatives and my 89-year-old former violin teacher and her 91-year-old husband whom I tracked down several years ago. The first time I went to visit them after not having seen them for 55 years I didn't know what to expect. A few minutes after I arrived the phone rang and her husband answered it. She asked who it was and he said it was just the DNC looking for a contribution. As soon as I heard that, I knew that we would be friends.
So, I' wondering if your being a big-shot author and all is the real reason you can't find your stuff. You see, I'm not a big-deal anything, and I've been not-finding-my-stuff since about 3rd grade. It's genetic; my son is just like me. So, no excuses here for him and me. And no more of your story is needed. I get it!
Hi, Linda! Glad to see you posting again! As for "misplacing" stuff - for me, it often involves trying to do too many things at once. My kids thought I was a "Classic" at it - especially after they found a pair of sneakers on the middle shelf of the refrigerator!
Maybe now that I can see your emoji, I can do some retroactive exploration and get to know you better! It sounds like we have a lot in common!
Reading about married couples produced a loud guffaw at a public establishment down the street from Des Moines’ Sherman-Hoyt theatre which is down the street from Fort Collins. It’s tempting to imagine the drive to see the performance this weekend.
There are moments in a close relationship wherein a glance alone is enough and horizontal follows amidst the joys of mutual love. Wet from a shower certainly could be one of them, one that moved quickly and words unspoken. Suffice it to say that love then transcends us and a loving glance permeates our day.
Cue in the Rolling Stones (sorry can't provide an immediate TikTok video) singing "Wild Horses" with Dave Matthews, on their ancient "Bridges to Babylon" journey across the Hew Hess of Hey, many years ago . . .
Wandering Sioux Apr 3 Your comment about marble statuary zapped my mind back to the day “Our Gang” – the O’Brien boys and me, the “boy with the keys to the car” went to visit the California Institute of Technology. We had just begun entering the campus, when we found a similar white marble statue under the stair well. Kelly, the nine-year-old, looked at the statue, then looked at me. There was such trepidation in his eyes, it seemed as though he thought I’d smack him, just for looking at the “Art.” The O’Brien boys were being raised by a single, divorced mother. I don’t know how she managed the personal hygiene portion of raising her sons. It seems as if she was hypersensitive about male body parts. I smiled and said that back in the day, ancient Greeks hadn’t worried about nakedness at all. Then, it seemed as if we couldn’t “move on” until the boys had absorbed every minute detail!
This is an aspect of divorce that I hadn’t thought a lot about until that day. The O’Brien boys did have one “Man In Their Lives” - a Bishop, or Archdeacon (?) someone called Monsignor whom they watched as he raised golden challises and crosses while dressed in elaborate robes. From Kelly’s reactions to that Greek statue, I got the feeling he was missing a key part of his “childhood education.” At school, the boys’ principals were careful to assign them to male teachers whenever there was one available on the staff. For playtimes, I’d do “boy – things” with them, such as body surfing in the Pacific Ocean. But whatever opportunities they had in their “female-raised” childhood - they were missing out a lot in being Fatherless Children. Good for you, GK, for being there “In Fatherhood & Familyhood & health!”
Yes, we all know the Met is the Metropolitan, but the Phil???
nyphil.org
Thank you that was a great piece.
Ah yes, Lorne Greene’s Wedding March.
Always a popular choice.
The bath towel on us males are knotted around our waist. If they drop it’s like a parachute, wherein the knot is pulled and you glide to ecstasy. For a few minutes.
GK, marriage is indeed a game and two had better paly it or it isn't much of a marriage.
GK, you should have been with us at the great Bangor Symphony Concert last Sunday. It featured the premiere of Kenneth Fuchs' Star Gazing, pieces inspired by 3 paintings (prints included in the program), Gabriela Martinez plying Rachmaninoff's Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini (who know there were 24 variations), and Richard Strauss' Also Sprach Zarathustra (seeing it live for the first time made me appreciate the rest of the piece past the thrilling fanfare, ironically playing right now on an ad). Come to Orono ME on April 30 when the UMaine Oratorio Society , of which I'm a member, will perform Beethoven's 9th symphony with the BSO. However, like you, I'm not an opera fan.
“Lohengrin” is going to be shown in movie theaters tomorrow as a Met Live in HD.
https://www.metopera.org/Season/In-Cinemas/
My husband is going, but I'm not a fan of Wagner so I am going to visit my relatives and my 89-year-old former violin teacher and her 91-year-old husband whom I tracked down several years ago. The first time I went to visit them after not having seen them for 55 years I didn't know what to expect. A few minutes after I arrived the phone rang and her husband answered it. She asked who it was and he said it was just the DNC looking for a contribution. As soon as I heard that, I knew that we would be friends.
Great, just great!
So, I' wondering if your being a big-shot author and all is the real reason you can't find your stuff. You see, I'm not a big-deal anything, and I've been not-finding-my-stuff since about 3rd grade. It's genetic; my son is just like me. So, no excuses here for him and me. And no more of your story is needed. I get it!
Hi, Linda! Glad to see you posting again! As for "misplacing" stuff - for me, it often involves trying to do too many things at once. My kids thought I was a "Classic" at it - especially after they found a pair of sneakers on the middle shelf of the refrigerator!
Maybe now that I can see your emoji, I can do some retroactive exploration and get to know you better! It sounds like we have a lot in common!
Reading about married couples produced a loud guffaw at a public establishment down the street from Des Moines’ Sherman-Hoyt theatre which is down the street from Fort Collins. It’s tempting to imagine the drive to see the performance this weekend.
Giddy-up!!
joyful moments.
There are moments in a close relationship wherein a glance alone is enough and horizontal follows amidst the joys of mutual love. Wet from a shower certainly could be one of them, one that moved quickly and words unspoken. Suffice it to say that love then transcends us and a loving glance permeates our day.
Thank you, Karmen....I too have enjoyed such days, towel or no.
Yep, nailed it.
Cue in the Rolling Stones (sorry can't provide an immediate TikTok video) singing "Wild Horses" with Dave Matthews, on their ancient "Bridges to Babylon" journey across the Hew Hess of Hey, many years ago . . .