The 13 Thursday Paint Box
1. It took going to the National Music Festival solo classical musical performances at the Floyd Country Store last Thursday night to force me to figure out how to mute the beep on my camera.
2. We have a computer chair in my office room that’s adjustable for height, which allows me to shout out the line from Goldilocks and the Three Bears after my husband Joe’s been around, “Hey, somebody’s been sitting in my chair!”
3. Sometimes the mindless clicking of my mouse reminds me of the tapping of fingers, giving me time to think before I figure out where I’m going next.
4. “I’m not a very patient patient,” said Joe, whose been having a bout with headaches.
5. HERE is fun place to click.
6. I couldn’t remember the name of my “knock out” roses but I came pretty close when I told a friend they were called something like “kick ass roses.”
7. As a poet I feel I have an added responsibility not to lie.
8. Jacaranda trees are at least as good a reason to visit LA as movie stars are. See them in their glory posted on Naomi’s Here in the Hills blog HERE. (You may have to scroll down.)
9. Catherine Pauley knows something about mountain mamas; she was raised by generations of them. As an art teacher who fostered countless young students for more than three decades in the Floyd County public school system, she could be considered a mountain mama herself. So begins the story I wrote about Catherine, who I like to call the matriarch of art in Floyd. Recently she participated in a National Music Festival Improvisatory Play-off, where she created a spontaneous painting as a NMF musician improvised with the trumpet. Watch HERE.
10. The National Music Festival is a big deal in Floyd. It’s a first year two week event in from May 29th to June 11th in which music 90 or so apprentices and more than 20 mentors come together to rehearse and perform in dozens concerts of orchestral, chamber, solo recitals, vocal, choral, and opera repertoire open to the public.
11. Years ago I saw Joni Mitchell in concert and someone shouted out a request. I guess she was tired of singing that particular song because she answered, “You wouldn’t ask Van Gogh to paint starry night again, would you?”
12. I enjoy instrumental music but have a longer attention span for music with singing because, as a lover of words, I love lyrics in a similar way that I like to meditate on a mantra or passage rather than focus on my breath.
13. My grandson Bryce’s work of art on the left in the picture above says “I’m making a flashlight out of purple.”
More participating in Thirteen Thursday HERE.
June 8th, 2011 10:10 pm
I need to learn how to mute the beep on my camera, too.
It is really hard to be patient when you have a headache. I hope Joe is feeling better.
I love #11.
Purple flashlights are awesome.
June 8th, 2011 10:11 pm
His art reminds me of the book… Harold and the Purple Crayon… first published in 1955 it is a classic for little children and grown-up who haven’t forgotten.
June 8th, 2011 11:05 pm
Thanks for the shout ou and including me in your T13t, dear Colleen—The two Jacaranda Posts are still the first things you see—I’m slow these days to post….AND, both SRP And Tracie, came by, already….!!!!
LOVE that place you sent us with the circles and the colors moving fast…!
Hoping Joe’s Headaches go away very very soon….Pain makes one very impatient…Just ask the people around me…(lol)
And…..by the way, YOU are the 150,000 American to visit my blog! Isn’t that exciting? (Of course this counter was doen for two months at one point—not me, them…But, Still, it is a milestone and I am glad it was you, my dear.)
June 9th, 2011 1:38 am
Love the comment about “Starry Night,” especially as I have been stitching it this year. It’s one of my favorite works of art. I also enjoy instrumental music, but when I’ve at work I need something to sing along to.
June 9th, 2011 5:19 am
“Kick-Ass Roses”…That pretty much says it all! 🙂
Happy TT,
~Xakara
Wolf’s Glory
June 9th, 2011 7:13 am
I won’t let my husband sit in my chair. I have a second one near my desk that I pull up for him to use when he must.
June 9th, 2011 8:05 am
Gotta love that purple flashlight! Out of the mouths of babes…:-)
June 9th, 2011 8:14 am
I really love #3. 🙂
June 9th, 2011 8:58 am
Nothing can match the beauty of a Jacaranda tree. Great list. Happy T13!
June 9th, 2011 11:55 am
Love #5 🙂 Thanks for playing along, Colleen 🙂 I look forward to your list each week. And my, those Jacarandas ARE gorgeous!!!
June 9th, 2011 12:57 pm
Lovely list. And yes, aren’t jacarandas incredible?
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June 9th, 2011 3:34 pm
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June 9th, 2011 7:17 pm
I like the name “kicked ass roses” better!!
June 9th, 2011 8:50 pm
They are supposed to bloom all from spring to fall!
June 9th, 2011 10:37 pm
I’m not understanding why or how cameras beep. mine doesn’t. I don’t think.
you had to do it with #5 didn’t you?
thanks for #8 and #11.
you’re a hoot. I love it.
June 9th, 2011 10:40 pm
Haha! I kind of love Joni Mitchell’s reply, although it might have been a tad un-gracious. 🙂
Loved your potpourri of facts and stuff. I used to do TT’s like that…I should do it again sometime.
Hope you’ll check out my post:
Cindy at Notes in the Key of Life
June 10th, 2011 12:37 am
In the flutter of all the Lists of 13, how did I manage to miss yours? So, I came looking for it 🙂 2, is so true for us here too, at the desk and in the car. I’m barely 5 foot and he’s over 6 – you get the picture! 3 I will remember the next time it is actually quiet enough around here for me to hear the sound of my mouse click. 4, has there ever been a husband who was a patient patient? He’s sweet to realize it though. Yes, 5 was a very fun place to click and I love roses, especially the “kick ass” ones 🙂 And the Jacranda trees are really neat. Thank you for sharing your list. Again, I truly enjoyed it.
June 10th, 2011 11:59 am
11. classy lady. classy answer.
7. Funny, if it’s sticking to the facts, it’s prose, it’s local history. Poetry is lying for an aesthetic reason.