Monday, March 31, 2008

Time to Boycott?

I am a poor protest leader.  The owner of the old folks' home said "No more candy as Bingo prizes."   What.  Not even those little miniature, "bite size" quarter ounce bars?  WELL.

I said, "Let's boycott the Bingo."  Nobody went along with me.

AOL has added a restriction to making comments to blogs.  Now you have to sign in, give a password, and then make your comments.  NERTZ. I have too few comments as it is.  I don;t want to sign in to make comments in other;s journals.  I don't want folks to have to sign in to make comments in mine.

Time to boycott AOL? But a boycott by me alone would never be noticed.  I wish I were a better protest leader.

LATER;  When I came back, and when I went to visit others' journals there was no restriction.  Curious how the rules change from hour to hour.  (Cancel the boycott)

EVEN LATER:  oKAY  seems back to normal.  sorry about the tempest in a tea pot. 

 

Friday, March 28, 2008

Just Me and my Muzicuta

In other parts of the world, the harmonica is known as:

ruines babines ("ruins the lips") - France

fidil fhrancach (Gaelic for "French fiddle") - Ireland
moothie - Scotland

gaita (also used to refer to bagpipes and various other instruments) - various Spanish/Portuguese-speaking countries

fotzhobel (literally "mouth plane", also used to denote the panpipes) - various German-speaking countries

muzicuta - Romania

Mississippi saxophone, Louisiana saxophone - various parts of the USA
harpoon - various parts of the USA

gob iron - various parts of the UK

tin sandwich - widespread

--Dave Burke
 
Musicians say "I got my axe" to let others know they have their particular instrument with them.  --Chuck

Senior Shopping

  

   Why they let me go shopping without a leash and a "keeper" I do not know.

   I took off alone on my scooter and got to the market okay.  I began my shopping.  By now you know my shopping list as well as I: avocados, mayonnaise, soft drink, graham and soda crackers. And then, mostly finished, I realized I had not brought my wallet.  I had a check book though.

   Sheepishly I went to the courtesy counter and, looking as helpless as possible, implored: "Please, Sir.  I forgot my wallet. Would it be possible to get a check, for the amount of purchase, okayed without my identification?"

   "Sure," he said, "Come to this counter over here." My total came to $16.49. "Would you like me to write the check for you>"

   My gawd, I must look retarded as well as hopelessly aged, but, I said yes.  He wrote out the check for $16.49 and I signed it.  He tore off the top check and handed it to the cashier. There, between the first and second checks was a....TWENTY DOLLAR BILL. 

   "Oh, never mind," I said, and handed the cashier the twenty.  The courtesy clerk handed me the check and I tore it up. I got out of there as quickly as I could.

  

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Indian Winter

   When there are some hot days in the Fall, we call it an Indian Summer.

   So I guess that the few cold days that have intruded into Spring must be an Indian Winter.  At any rate they were refreshing and stimulating.  If you went out, unwarily wearing shirt sleeves,you got a shock.  It was cold with a breeze. 

   The best thing to do was retreat hastily inside.  Spring is here.  Sort of.

Some Things Never Change

   Aristophanes wrote the first sit-com in 482 BC.  It won the first Emmy.

   It was hilarious. Lucy overhears Ricky and Fred Mertz talking about an expiring goldfish, (sick goat in the original) and she believes she is dying.  Only they weren't named Lucy, Ricky, and Fred in the original: they were Electa, Aristo, and Mellios.  Lucy (Electa) gives away her prize possessions.  When she learns that she is not really dying the fun begins. She has to negotiate their return, and has to make horrible, to her, concessions. She has to give up smoking. (drinking mead in the original) and go a week without telling a lie (the same in the original.)  You can imagine her consternation.

   Of course you probably didn't see the original, but perhaps you remember the television version. It aired in 1952, and been seen in re-runs ever since. 

   Aristophanes would be proud.

Time to Restock

   After I retired, and was poking around. looking for something to do, I decided to take a course in Beginning Harmonica at the senior center in Blue Springs, Missouri, where I had settled down.  Somehow I had managed to teafh myself to play one number, Oh, Susanna on the one harmonica I had.  I thought I ought to learn to play something else too.

   I had to buy a new harmonica' the one I had was in the wrong key. And I showed up at the class and joined the four other seniors who, like me, were neophytes. We didn't even have the skills to blow one note at a time, but could only puff a bunch of notes at once.

   The instructor was part of a performaing harmonca group, and a harmonica repair specialist, and a long time harp instructor. (Harmonicas are called "harps".) He taught us to blow one note at a time, to play a scale, and to read harmonica music.  All in six lessons.  We weren't virtuosos, but learned to play more than Oh, Susanna.

   Step two.  My cousin and her husband, Paul, came to visit.  Paul was a long time harp enthusiast and was intrigued with my progress. We played a tune or two together, since he always had a harmonica with him. I became his protoge and be sponsored my next adventure.  He sent me a Chromatic harmonica as a gift.  A Chromatic harmonica has a shift key on it, that enables you to play "half notes', sharps and flats, as well as the whole notes that the simple diatonic harmonica plays.

   I fiddled and tootled with that, and that led me to the next step.  I began buying harmonicas. At first it was a couple in the popular keys that a player might need. Harmonicas are tuned to one of the twelve musical keys and you need to select the harmnica to play in the key that the particular musical piece is wtitten in.  But before long I had bought a whole set of harmonicas, one in each of the twelve keys possible  And then a "back up" set. 

   By now, you see, I was hooked.  I was a harp jjnkie, an addict.  By fooling around, I found that you could accompany other musicans by playing three common chords. Blow into the harmonica and you get the major chord. Draw, inhale, into the upper end and you get the second common chord, and draw into the lower end and you get the third chord you need to play most music.  I began to "sit in" with the visiting musical groups that came to play at the old folks' home.

   Now, I began to teach seniors to play, just as I was taught at a senior center. I was not an acomplished player myself, but I knew a few tricks that I could share, enotgh so others could enjoy what I enjoyed.

   And I began to promote harp playing.  I bought a dozen basic harmonicas so that I could give a harp to anyone who showed an interest.  And I did. I gave to seniors and nephews and grand children and grand kids of fellow residents. I bought a dozen more, and then another dozen. I became a promoter.

   Recently we had a great Easter Egg hunt for kids at the old folks home and I gave away my complete supply of promotional harmonicas.  The kids left happily tootling. 

   Tme to restock.

How to Win an Argument at the Old Folks' Home

   Next to Bingo, arguing is the national old folks' pastime.

ETHEL: It's Monday, Right?

LYDIA: Right.

   It was Wednesday, but I didn't say anything. The way to win an argument at the old folks' home, is to say nothing.