I’ll post my music later, after my concert!

The weather is divine. It is already 70°. The air is still. The sun is bright and beautiful as it shines through the branches of the trees in the backyard, some of which have yellow leaves. Red leaves are climbing a pine tree trunk in the front garden. They are a bright red. Yesterday my yard got its fall cleaning. Downed branches were removed, dead flower stems were cut, and the bushes hiding my front door were clipped. The wild rose bush will no longer attack me when I walk too close to it. My garden and front yard look clean but winter bare.

Yesterday I overslept and missed my uke lesson, but I was on time for the afternoon concert. We have another concert this afternoon. It is the last concert of the cowboy songs. My favorite song is Jingle Jangle Jingle. It is fun to play and even more fun to sing.

One of my fellow uke players asked if I played an instrument before the uke. I told her I had played a mean triangle in the second grade. I showed her my technique. She got quite a chuckle from that answer.

When I was a kid, I was not a fan of vegetables even though they were part of supper every day and dinner on Sunday. I ate potatoes, but I never thought of potatoes as a vegetable. Mashed potatoes tasted too good to be a vegetable. I did eat peas and corn without a fuss and orange potatoes when my mother ruined a good thing by mashing carrots and potatoes together. I don’t think I ever saw spinach except in a Popeye cartoon, but even he didn’t entice me eat it. I doubt I could have recognized veggies like turnip or squash. My mother served what she knew we’d eat.

I seem to stay up into the wee hours then sleep-in the next morning. I remember the first time I stayed up late enough to see the TV channels sign off for the night which was usually midnight. One channel played the Star Spangled Banner. Another showed a plane soaring in the air with the Air Force song Wild Blue Yonder playing in the background. After the sign off was usually a test pattern of some sort with an annoying beep constantly playing. The test pattern I remember is the Indian who was wearing a head dress of white feathers. It was until the next morning, usually around eight, when programs resumed. Back in those days saying nothing was on TV was literal.