From the album of the same name
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Nick of Time: Bonnie Raitt
September 26, 2010Good Feelin’ Time: The Yellow Balloon
September 26, 2010From 1967 and their only album.
“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.”
September 26, 2010Yesterday was summer. Today is fall and much cooler than it’s been. It’s a long sleeve sort of day. On my way to breakfast this morning, I noticed some of the leaves have turned. I saw reds and yellows. I also saw pumpkins and corn stalks decorating a few houses and yards. Autumn colors are my favorites.
When I was a little kid, I explored my world and watched the seasons change. I noticed everything. In the spring, the field was lush and green. Tadpoles swam in the swamp and were easily captured in a jar. The blueberry bushes were filled with blossoms. The air smelled clean and new. In summer, the tall grass turned brown. The days and nights got noisy. Insects buzzed and whirred, and katydids calling from the grass were easily caught in our hands. The swamp had darning needles skimming across the water. They’d stop and hover for a bit then flit to another spot. They’re wings were transparent in the sun. In fall, the trees were bursting with color. The morning air was chilly when we walked to school. The sun set early. Saturdays were when fathers all over the neighborhood raked and burned leaves. It was pumpkin time. Then came drab winter. Christmas was winter’s only spot of color, and it was no wonder we all took rides to see the lights. The next part of winter was the snow. The first flakes of the season were cause for trumpets and bugles and heralds proclaiming snow was finally falling. I loved the mornings after a snowstorm when the tops of the snowdrifts glittered in the sun like they were covered in tiny diamonds. The it was spring again.
When I got older, my days were filled with friends and school, and I barely took notice of the seasons. A change in wardrobe was my only response. My eyes would catch a glimpse of the reds and yellows, but I had stopped being amazed. I just didn’t have the time to notice.
Now, I notice everything. I have plenty of time to stop and look and be amazed. It’s fun to be part of the change in seasons again. It makes me feel a bit like a kid again.
The Rose: Bette Midler
September 25, 2010Movie themes seemed a perfect theme for today. This, from the movie of the same name, is one of my favorites.
High Noon (Do Not Forsake Me): Tex Ritter
September 25, 2010I am not a fan of westerns, but I love High Noon.
Everybody’s Talkin’: Harry Nilsson
September 25, 2010You’d be watching Midnight Cowboy to hear this one.
So Long and Thanks for All the Fish: The Tenebrae Choir
September 25, 2010This is the theme from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
“And this is good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod, Where the Lowells talk only to Cabots, And the Cabots talk only to God”
September 25, 2010The day is breezy but really warm. After I got the newspapers, I stood out front for a while admiring my garden. The fall flowers are blooming. A giant red one stands tall among the greenery, and my mums have returned. They are strewn about the garden, and their colors give pleasure to the eye. Fall is generous. It lets us enjoy the last of the garden, and we get to plan for spring. More mums, the ones decorating the deck, are ready to be planted and it’s time to buy daffodil bulbs.
Some of my deck furniture is covered, and no candles hang from the trees. They came down with the hurricane threat, and I never put them back because I knew it was so close to the end of the deck season anyway. I’m sad about that. The deck has been the hub of activity all summer. I sat there every morning with my papers and coffee, read in the afternoon, and at night, we ate wonderful dinners and watched great movies. I kept a list. We saw eight movies. We also ate countless Nonpareils and Raisinettes.
One thing always leads to another. I decided to designate next summer as the summer of film festivals, and I thought made in Boston movies would be a great start for the season. Some movies came to mind immediately, but I still searched, made a list and ended up buying four films including one made in 1950 called Mystery Street. It starts when the skeletal remains of a pregnant prostitute turn up on a cape beach. I’ve seen it before, but I would never have remembered it. I like the Cape being the start of the film, even with skeletal remains. One movie, The Brink’s Job, I couldn’t buy. I wanted it because it takes place in Boston and also has a few scenes filmed in the town where I grew up. The director wanted a town lost in time, one looking more like the 50’s than the late 70’s, so he chose mine. It’s not available here in DVD. There is an import but with a disclaimer: do not expect this product to have perfect DVD video and audio quality so I passed on it.
As I mentioned, one thing always leads to another, and by now you’re probably wondering where the heck this ramble is heading. Deciding on the festival was first, then came making the list, picking the films, hunting for and buying them and then getting two tickets for the bus tour. What tour you ask? Well, all that hunting and link following led to a bus tour which takes you to where all those Boston movies were filmed. It sounded like great fun so I bought a couple of tickets and will take my sister as an early Christmas present.
All I started out to do was to make a list.
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