Howdy Y'all: I'm sitting here this morning drinking coffee and reading The Revolution by Ron Paul and thinking that I should write something on my blog. Here it is the middle of summer already, and where the days are going, I have no idea.
My beloved is ailing, having hurt his back at work yesterday. He is a very strong and active man, a hard worker, and this kind of thing is an unwelcome reminder that he isn't 20 years old anymore. Hopefully, it's just a muscle injury that will heal in a relatively short amount of time.
Two of my babies are here in the house with me! Leah arrived home safely from Germany the day before yesterday. Noah and I went to Philly to pick her up from the airport. You can't imagine ( or maybe you can) the sheer delight of seeing my baby's beautiful face after almost 11 months. She looks healthy and tan and happy and has regaled us with many amusing and interesting details about Germany, and now she is trying to reset her body clock to the six hour time difference from Dresden.
Emmy drove up here to the mountain to be with us overnight. There's nothing I love more than sitting around with my kids, talking and joking and carrying on. She has made her mother's (and father's) musician heart so glad these past couple of weeks. First off, she loves bluegrass! She came with us to the Smoked Country Jam festival, and then last week surprised us by telling us that she has been faithfully practicing guitar and even written part of a song!
A word about our songwriting endeavors: For quite some time now, Emmy and I and several of our female aquaintances have decried the lack of 'murder' songs in Bluegrass which allow the female to be the perpetrator. Most all of them, and there are many, wax eloquent about the man murdering the woman. Well, we decided to do our part to solve this inequity. Not that we are overly feminist or politically correct or anything. Mostly, we judge folks based on their own individual merits and don't believe in favoritism based on gender or race. So anyway, Emmy, and our young sister-friend Rhianna and myself wrote a FANTASTIC murder song, which basically says that guys should not do their women wrong or they could end up as fertilizer. Haha, piqued your interest, haven't I? When I first sang the song to my beloved, he said, " That's creepy! You make me nervous!" Which I answered with semi-maniacal laughter.
SO, Emmy's half-finished song is a TRUE story of murder (in self-defense) that originates from our little hometown of Rauchtown (pronounced ROCK-town) that probably happened sometime in the 20's or 30's. There were 2 spinster sisters that lived by themselves on a little secluded farm, who actually killed a traveling salesman and disposed of his body and he was never found. The story is that he terrorized and tried to rape them, but the sisters turned the tables somehow and killed him. So my baby is writing a song about that incident, as told to her by her grandfather. Mother is so proud:-)
Alas, I must get ready for work. So, people, this is my midsummer offering to Sparrow Soars. I hope you are having a wonderful summer and DO NOT forget to take time to enjoy yourself! Life goes by too fast to work it all away.
Till next time,
The Sparrow