It’s hard for me to believe that it was six weeks ago when I ordered the materials and began the preliminary preparation for a fountain in our backyard.
There are many reasons why so long,
not the least of which was the delayed delivery of
the fountain pedestal, which finally can in yesterday.
By working with nature, you can look into your own nature.
High Water Over Low Water Crossing (Bear Canyon Bridge, January 1, 2017) — Image by kenne
I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I’d see you again Been walking…
Kenne & Joy, Las Vegas, 1989. We were a couple for 16 years before getting married May 18, 2002 in Los Vegas. Thirty years of togetherness, but who’s counting.
“The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”
Secret O’ Life
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time. Any fool can do it, there ain’t nothing to it. Nobody knows how we got to the top of the hill. But since we’re on our way down, we might as well enjoy the ride.
The secret of love is in opening up your heart. It’s okay to feel afraid, but don’t let that stand in your way. Cause anyone knows that love is the only road. And since we’re only here for a while, might as well show some style. Give us a smile.
Isn’t it a lovely ride? Sliding down, gliding down, try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride.
Now the thing about time is that time isn’t really real. It’s just your point of view, how does it feel for you? Einstein said he could never understand it all. Planets spinning through space, the smile upon your face, welcome to the human race.
Some kind of lovely ride. I’ll be sliding down, I’ll be gliding down. Try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride. Isn’t it a lovely ride? Sliding down, gliding down, try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride. The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.
Enjoying the passage of time. Yes, “any fool can do it!” — Image by Joy
Secret O’ Life
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time. Any fool can do it, there ain’t nothing to it. Nobody knows how we got to the top of the hill. But since we’re on our way down, we might as well enjoy the ride.
The secret of love is in opening up your heart. It’s okay to feel afraid, but don’t let that stand in your way. Cause anyone knows that love is the only road. And since we’re only here for a while, might as well show some style. Give us a smile.
Isn’t it a lovely ride? Sliding down, gliding down, try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride.
Now the thing about time is that time isn’t really real. It’s just your point of view, how does it feel for you? Einstein said he could never understand it all. Planets spinning through space, the smile upon your face, welcome to the human race.
Some kind of lovely ride. I’ll be sliding down, I’ll be gliding down. Try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride. Isn’t it a lovely ride? Sliding down, gliding down, try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride. The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.
— James Taylor
Dedicated to Tom’s, Kenne’s and Joy’s children: Lisa, Vanessa, Kenne Dave, Katie, Jill, Justin, Jason
When George Jones passed away in late April of this year, I made a note to share one of my favorite songs of his, “Bartender Blues.” Actually it’s a James Taylor song written in 1977.
“It’s hard to describe but it’s so tight and so sculpted. It was just remarkable to hear someone make that sound with a human voice. And it sounded like someone singing who had listened to a lot of steel guitar, the way he bends notes and phrases. To me it sounds like a steel guitar in a human voice.” — James Taylor in Billboard, April 27, 2013
Now, two months out I’m posting my note to share with my music friends. Click here to read a very thoughtful article in The New Republic, “Why George Jones Ranks With Frank Sinatra and Billie Holiday.”
Bartender Blues by James Taylor
Now I’m just a bartender And I don’t like my work But I don’t mind the money at all I see lots of sad faces And lots of bad cases Of folks with their backs to the wall
Chorus: But I need four walls around me to hold my life To keep me from going a-stray And a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight To keep me from slipping away
I can light up your smokes I can laugh at your jokes I can watch you fall down on your knees I can close down this bar I can gas up my car I can pack up and mail in my key
Chorus:
Now, the smoke fills the air In this honky-tonk bar And I’m thinking ’bout where I’d rather be But I burned all my bridges I sank all my ships And I’m stranded at the edge of the sea