Let the Good Time Roll...Moving, Moving, Moving

Wish these rolling times would take a rest.

B.B. King does it well.

Clint Eastwood began it all here.

What can these two classics (Okay, Rawhide is a classic from the 60s B/W TV days) possibly have in common?

Complex migraine syndrome, Concussive syndrome and now Bell's Palsy syndrome.  Let the good times roll.  The crack of the whip and the burn of a brand  join a wandering brain.

When a world moves

What do think?  Earth moves? Sky tumbling?  I so understand this, so very well.

Listen to these two versions, separated by three decades.  Which do you prefer?

1971  Really? 36 years ago?!

With Sweet Baby James Taylor in concert, 2007

This is pretty much my world, except the great love stuff in the middle.

Which one did you prefer?

Does anyone ever really understand snow?

Watching the Weather channel is always a shocker. My Mid-west family are having temperatures in the high-50s, for now.  My Swiss family (which includes a new baby boy) have zoomed from -2 all the way up to 28 deg.  Our five-year drought has been ended with days and days of rain, with feet and feet of snow in mountains surrounding us.

My oldest daughter spent a week in Switzerland helping with care of little man Jamie and 4.5 year-old Benjamin.  She did not expect the slam-in-your face snow.

Eskimos have bunches of names for snow.  Mid-westerners have their own descriptions of snow, some of them unrepeatable.  But Switzerland snow?

This is her observation:

Snowflakes on the cuff of my jacket. I've never been anywhere they didn't melt as soon as they made contact. Flakes are the size of 1/4 grain of rice.

 

Back in sunny California and it's hailing. One impression left from Switzerland was the silence. The snow muffled everything. Right now the house feels like it's being attacked by the storm and the noise is deafening.

Good to have her home.