Blogging Day #49 — Hard Rock Cafe
November 12, 2011 — Pat BertramThis is not my 49th day of blogging, of course. I’ve been blogging since September 24, 2007, and I’ve written 684 posts, but this is my 49th straight day of posting. I’ve been wanting the discipline of writing every day, and since I have no focus for fiction, I decided that recommitting myself to blogging is a good way of getting back into writing. Luckily, I usually can find something interesting to say (interesting to me, that is. I can only hope it’s interesting to you). But today, I’ve been out gallivanting with friends and got back late, which leaves me little time and no inclination to pontificate. (I hear your sounds of relief!!)
So here is something I hope will amuse you as much as it did me. This was an exhibit in the Route 66 Museum we visited today:
Here is a close-up of the menu:
Happy Birthday, Roy Rogers!!
November 5, 2011 — Pat Bertram
Today is the 100th anniversary of Roy Rogers’s birth. (Actually, it’s the 100th anniversary of Leonard Slye’s birth. Leonard Slye didn’t legally become Roy Rogers until 1942, so this is only the 69th anniversary of Roy Roger’s birth. Or rebirth?) I didn’t grow up watching television or going to the movies, but even I had heard of Roy Rogers and Tigger. Oops. I mean Trigger. Not wanting to spend another sad Saturday hiding away, I hied away to the park to listen to Roy Rogers Jr and the High Riders sing his daddy’s songs.
After a few sets, he talked about his father and about the difference between country songs and
western songs. He said country singers sing about lyin’ and cryin’ and cheatin’ and dyin’ but he didn’t say what western singers wailed about. Wide open spaces, I guess. And loneliness. Hmmm. I know something about that!!
He went on to say that we don’t want western music to disappear, and at that very moment, his voice disappeared. At first, I thought he was making a point, but it turns out the batteries on his microphone decided to die right then. Cracked me up. But no one else seemed to catch the irony. Not a single person but me smiled. Apparently the thought of the demise of western music is not to be taken lightly in certain circles. Or perhaps everyone’s face was too frozen to move. The day was bright and sunny, but the winds were icy.
Still, it was a perfect setting for the centennial. And for taking photos. The fellow in the photo below seemed to fit the scene perfectly, and I couldn’t help taking his picture. Turns out it was a day for irony — he was there to take photos of the event!! (Maybe taking a photo of someone who was there to take photos isn’t ironic, but it did amuse me.)
What To Do When One of Your Beloved Pieces of Art Glass or Pottery Gets Broken
October 18, 2011 — Pat BertramWhat do you do when one of your beloved pieces of art glass or pottery gets broken?
It breaks your heart to have to throw it away, but what else can you do with it?
Don’t throw it away!! Plant it in your garden.
They make wonderful accent pieces. And you can continue to enjoy their beauty.
I wish this had been my idea, but I’m only passing it along.
The glassware collection and the idea of planting broken pieces of art glass and pottery are my sister’s.
I’m only posting the photos I took in the hopes that you enjoy her pottery garden as much as I did.
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