Well, it’s all over now. Might as well start shopping for a good Oval Office chair for Kamala Harris, because she’ll be needing it in January. How can I be so confident? Because Taylor Swift has spoken.
We’ve never before thought of her as a Queen-maker, but here we are. The speakers of my television set had barely stopped reverberating from the Harris/Cluck debate when Swift posted her endorsement of Harris on Instagram. Now surely it will be only days before the Cluck campaign implodes altogether, and we can be rid of His Imperial Orangeness for a while.
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Our skies are not showing their own particular signs of Fall. The hummingbirds are still fussing at one another at our feeders and there have been no big overflights by Canada geese or the sandhill cranes. Quiet up there so far.
We’ve really come to appreciate those hummingbirds close up. If you are sitting outside at the table, which is about six feet from the feeders, every so often one of the birds will come right over to you, hover for a second or two, then buzz off. Like they are curious and want a closer look. Sometimes they actually come uncomfortably close to your face, and those pointy little beaks now look like potential threats.
Nearly all of the birds we see here at our home are the black-chinned variety, with a rufous hummingbird sighted occasionally. You can see by the graphic that the black chins are not among the birds who make those unbelievable migratory journeys. When ours take off they might end up in southern Mexico, but that’s about it.
Actually, that’s a pretty awesome trip for a few grams of bird, now that I think more about it.
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Black-chinned hummingbirds, male and female >
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There was a time in the past when I was really starting to get knowledgeable about folk music and just beginning to learn about jazz, when rock came along and while it didn’t kill them off altogether, they couldn’t compete either in the marketplace or in my highly suggestible mind.
Occasionally today I will encounter an article about jazz which provokes that old interest, but usually damps it down at the same time. So many of those writers choose to discuss the intricate mechanics of the music itself, while I, a non-musician, have little appreciation for meter or key or phrasing or any of the ways that the cognoscenti can look at a composition. I am yet one more case of “I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like.”
But and however. Over a lifetime I have accumulated some favorites from that genre, and the tiniest bit of lore. I’ve sprinkled a few of them into this post. Dave Brubeck’s big hit was Take Five, a song that was huge in colleges in 1959. There was a bar and grill called the Big Ten just off campus at the University of Minnesota that had a jukebox with a decent set of speakers and it seemed that I never had a beer there without that song playing in the background.
The other selections are by Ahmad Jamal, Cannonball Adderley, the Johnny Smith Quintet, and Melody Gardot. All hold high places in the regard of this codger who, admittedly, doesn’t know much about music.
[An anecdote. When I was a senior in high school, there was a member of the junior class who played jazz piano well enough to sit in with musicians in local clubs. He did this even though he wasn’t nearly old enough to legally drink. It was rumored, but never proven, that he indulged in (gasp, wheeze, recoil in horror) marijuana.]
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Ahhh, the Pope recently commented on the US elections. He says that the best we can do is to select “the lesser of two evils,” and must be guided by our consciences when we vote. Whatta guy, to take time out from his busy schedule to comment on our politics. I am reminded, though, of the oft-quoted Bible verse, which might apply here:
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.
New International Version of the Bible; Matthew 7, 3-5
I think that the Pope and the church he represents have had a serious plank problem for decades now and which never gets resolved because of ecclesiastical chicanery and stonewalling. I would suggest that he allow us to work out our messy political processes on our own, and devote a lot more time to cleaning up the Augean situation in his own house.
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Little Home In The Valley 