Philip Mountbatten RIP

Her Majesty the Queen aka “Cabbage” to her Prince

Lost the charm on her arm, now a huge major miss

99 years strong, 73 the Queen’s consort

Third cousins as they were, ruled the highest of courts

The Royal Navy was his calling

Through the Second World War

Irascible and tough minded, never the bore

For seven Decades plus the Duke of Edinburgh was anointed

The man of “her” hour he was happily appointed


The horses and corgis took mere second place

As the grandkids walked in and put the smile on his face

Can only suppose the regime at Balmoral

Became much less stuffy with Prince Philip as the corporal

Her Majesty, the Queen was married when a Princess

Will cantor through life with the status of Prince-less. Bh

Accentuate The Positive

Alexa -play “G-d Bless America”- written by Irving Berlin.

From the mountains to the prairies

To the Ocean white with foam

G-d Bless America our home sweet home.”

On the last day of Passover as Easter bunnies hide eggs

We jump ahead to school openings in-spite of the dread

In light of the maelstrom of danger at our door

With zeal and determination leave worries on the cutting floor

So lets fry up the matzoh with the eggs from the ground

Weave tales for the kiddies of love pure and sound Spring Season’s upon us, dreams waiting to come true We add a new reason, a purpose to renew

Flip the energy to positive and move right along Don’t sweat the small stuff, just dream up a song

Lace your sneakers, grab your hoodies, go take a walk

Bring a racquet and a frisbee and even some chalk We can hopscotch our way to fun days ahead

Empty all the cobwebs, that are stuck in our head

Inspire one another as merrier is more

Now turn up the music, throw a steak on the grill With one life to live this is no fire drill

Come one, come all, we are in this together

With real hope on the way make the hashtag #morebetter.

Make it a good Sunday “Peeps.”

Nip and Tuck – It’s a Rap!

As we are designated to the “upper classmen ” line we are more aware of how tempus fugit (time flies.) Let’s (carpe diem) seize the day and in a (sicut enim medicus) just what the doctor ordered way, get out of our own. Inspiration came in waves this year. And so it goes. Nip and Tuck- It’s a Rap.

Bo to the tox and the forehead looks younger

Go to the thighs cause they tell you no lies 

As gravity tugs at our mugs with full force

Can’t look any younger by taking a course

Esteem to the team with eyes opened wide

Into home base we score wth full pride

Our mojo and moxie helps dig and look deeper

We mellow, we chill, we’re considered a keeper

Match up to our egos we know our self worth

We are one of of a kind on this entire earth

Consider the knife to smooth our appearance

We go to the doc and ask for some clearance

We fast over night cause we gotta look tighter, back out of the deal cause we pulled an all-nighter

So Vixen and Rudolph strap into ur sleigh

Ain’t going under that knife

No fricken way

We’ll accept what we look like cause older is wiser

We ain’t going backwards, we’re no compromiser

Let’s call up our buddies who know us so deep

So happy to hear how we’re perfect when asleep

With gumption and courage we hold our heads higher

Came into our own the seller, not the buyer

We like how we look and we feel so damn good

We heard it for sure from a friend in our hood.

Forevermore


Appreciation Strong

With the world of children, games and dining al fresco opening with caution 

We will take a bite and accept just a small portion 

The hiding indoors away from scores is coming to a close

The challenge we face ahead is fitting into our clothes.

A casual walk home after a meal

Was no where in site

We went from the table to the couch as we finished our last bite

Spring has sprung and we are pulling out all the stoppers

We are counting each blessing calling each one the topper

As we Chag Sameach our way, to prayer and a song

Come one, come all and join right along

Hide the matzoh for the kinda

A pleasure it will be

Counting the minutes till we see the look on their faces laced with glee

With each moment that we share

With our nearest oh so dear

Let the blessings follow thru

Counting days no longer blue

A new beginning in a way we have never known before
Let’s make our tomorrow’s our today’s
And live in the moment hashtag strong

And… He Never Came Home

And… He Never Came Home.
Honey, can you go over to the store and get some things we need for dinner. Also, get some Dove Bars the kids love them. Mic drop. -Today’s headline “Boulder Colorado Deadly Supermarket Shooting.” He never came home.
Rewind to June 13, 2016.
“That certain night , the night we met, there was magic abroad in the air. There were angels dining at the Ritz- “And a Nightingale Sang in Barclay Square.” Words by Eric Maschwitz, music by Manning Sherwin. The song was written in 1939 in a French fishing village Le Lavandou right before the outbreak of the Second World War. Fast forward— On a steamy week-end eve you get dressed, put on your lipstick, turn off your music and walk out the door. You look forward to debriefing the week with a friend and meeting some new friends. You’re all set to chill in a high energy, safe haven club, on your local Barclay Square- the nightingales were singing. Dry martinis, familiar faces and music you listen to at home and know every word to. A perfect design for a five-star time. One would think. And then the World According to Garp doesn’t happen. No Lin Manuel, THESE senseless acts of tragedy are what is “promised.” Our promised land nearly 70 years after World War Two- on the the doorstep of World War Three. “Praising Isis, Gunman attacks “No Pulse” Nightclub, leaving 50 dead in worst shooting on U.S.Soil”– the headline in today’s New York Times. Yes, on U.S. soil. We scream in horror, cry in disbelief as one more lunatic walks into one more gun shop and puts down one more stolen credit card. We then pay dearly for the laws that govern the strongest nation on earth. We pray for the insane and fund them in jail after they take away our freedom of choice, as to which place to dance the night away–that takes our Life away. In concentration camp like fashion we become prisoners of the loose cannon, suicide bombers who live to die. The adage of ”do guns kill people or do people kill people” is one big oxymoron. One avenue for slaughter is people buying guns. How long is congress on sabbatical from revising laws on buying over the counter rifles in a store that houses beef jerky too? Dear G-d please look in our direction. We need our backs covered and we are willing to double down for this.

Game of Bones

Don’t fall the docs all tell us

Let caution lead the way

A bone broken incurs,

Conversations with more to say
There is no easy fix

No bandaid lined with salve

Wearing sensible shoes

You thought you’d never have

The bones are the main structure

From which we dance and play

The years of “double dutching” so very far away

So you fix the carpal tunnel

A slice of life returned

You can shuffle up the cards

And feel your finger if it’s burned

With the femur and the tibia and the humerus intact

A quick walk around the block

Once our sprint around the track

One foot proceeds the other

Add caution to the mix

Enjoy this beautiful Sunday

Leave nothing left to fix.

Defined by Choices.

So we are up to the Oscars. Tradition Strong on a Sunday eve in early Spring for as meany years as our pre- Gingkgo Biloba or Prevagen days can recall. So we’ll pour ourselves a glass of Red, make a pasta sauce and throw in the “kitchen sink.” Circa the 1960’s Jahn’s Ice Cream Parlor with a cherry on top. As we embark on our second year of the Virtual Oscars, a watch worthy and up for many Oscars movie is Nomadland. It is a portrayal of a woman who embarks on a journey through the American West after losing everything during the recession. As the movie unfolds we watch as Frances McDormand travels and travels and travels. We first met her in Fargo in Minnesota,1987. We loved her as Marge Gunderson and now, watching her as Fern, beautifully directed by Chloe Zhao. Many Oscars to be won.Love us a little Bill Macy and now some David Strathairn as performers extraordinaire. In this year as we are all navigating the same storm from our own boats keeping our eye on getting to shore safely is the direct goal.And I quote -Why are there so many songs about rainbows?And what’s on the other side? Rainbows are visions, they’re only illusions and Rainbows have nothing to hide. So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it I know they’re wrong wait and see. Someday we’ll find it, The Rainbow Connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me. Unquote.Lyrics by Jim Henson- favored artist Kermit the Frog.Rainbows and Frogs- “look, look, look to the rainbow, follow the fellow who follows his dream.”The fascination of the colors, shapes and promises offer a trilogy of endless wonderment. Dorothy searched for happiness “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” She learned that after her laborious travels, the click of the red shoes bringing her “Home” to Auntie Em’s smile was her Oz. As next chapters come with rapid speed listen carefully for the song of the male frog- a grunt, a croak. It often serves as the conduit to where you want to settle in. Don’t re-gift your life to people who treat you as after thoughts. Allow all that therapy to pay off. Spend time with people who would mention your name in a room full of opportunities. Now, more than ever we all need more than anyone can give. The Wizard made hay from the scarecrows stuffing. Nomadland strikes a chord on what we value and what we should. Fill each seat at your table with only the deepest of players who have your back while you turn around to watch as the parade passes by. Make it a good Saturday.

On a Clear Day…

World Book Encyclopedia, The Merriam Webster Dictionary and The Thesaurus– versus Google, Kindle, Amazon Prime, Tik tok, Facebook, Instagram, and a myriad of search engines plus. Our days of licking our finger to turn the pages are virtually over. Although who still loves a hard cover over a battery operated read? Can you easily bring to mind memories of brown paper bags with pencil calculated totals of grocery store purchases? Anyone else struggle thru long division or angles and intersecting lines geometrically? How about looking up Ticonderoga and cutting out pictures from National Geographic Magazine for a cut and paste project on Africa? Oh, and who doesn’t remember carrying that erstwhile science project to school hoping it wouldn’t spill or rip. 

What happened to Ed Sullivan on Sunday night, Tom and Jerry Saturday mornings and yes the guilty pleasure of Luke and Laura’s General Hospital Wedding? Some days going at a slower pace with the absence of having to re-boot anything is high up on our “only if” list.

We lost internet Wi-fi connection over the week-end. We held our breath, unplugged and counted to a 60 second re-plug. When we step back and chronicle the speed at which life has reinvented communication it is mind boggling. Ironically we miss the days of waiting on line to buy tickets to a Grateful Dead Concert. The palpable, heart beating energy waiting to get good seats can’t be replaced by choose your seats on Ticketmaster on-line. When we look back our memory of Gail or Susan taking chewed bubble gum off of the bottom of their new pair of Keds is priceless. Of course we held their place in line, we still do, hashtag Sigh. We lovingly miss the days of languid walks home from school, stopping for a milkshake at Dairy Queen and running into our house to call our friends we just left. Euphoric recall sets in as we exhume memories of the smells of dinner, sharpening our pencils to do homework and making certain our favorite madras blouse was ironed to wear the next day because they were taking class pictures. “Can it be that it was all so simple then, or has time re-written every line?” Hit it Barbra with an A. So just for today, perhaps pay less attention to the frequency of sound with every e-mail or text coming in and explore some hand written behaviors. As we look forward to watching the Grammy’s tonight let’s slow down, take a Cher moment and “turn back time, find a way.”

Cosi Fan Tutte

As the clouds of malaise are paling and the fear of not having enough toilet paper this March as opposed to last, makes if feel like there is more definition to the days of the week. We are trying to normalize things we never expected to face in the form of acceptance. In 12 step fashion we are trying to “accept the things we cannot change, and add the courage to know the difference.” Now the “the locusts are coming, the locusts are coming” in drove like fashion after 17 years. Just one more emblematic example of how strange the past year has been. As social media pulls up pictures couched as memories, the picture attached below popped up. A visual of the early landscape of our youth. The epitome of our innocence, a blank slate, formidable and eager for definition. A perfect pop and a divine, “mighty, mighty Indians” moment, that has lasted our whole life long. I know run on sentence counters, I know. Last night finally felt like Saturday night. The tone of stay up late, watch Saturday Night Live and dream about the bagel and… on Sunday morning. I don’t know about you but this past year for us has felt as if there were no more weeks or weekends. The articulation of time within each day has become more specific and eloquent than ever before. We have traded the week for the architecture of the hours. We are now feeling like we are getting out of rehab, standing on our own two, well planted in the ground feet and perhaps not sprinting, but with a steady, more familiar gait getting out of our own way. So just for today, add extra cream cheese, hug your loved ones a little tighter and while you are planning what your Chinese food dinner will be- turn the beat around and Vicki Sue Robinson your way to safer territory.

Yes Please!❤️♣️♦️♠️


Early in the morning as I sit upon the couch
Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse (G-d forbid)
With two shots in and the door slightly opened
We are grabbing our enthusiasm 
Widening our scope and we’re hope-n
As we try on our pants 
Closing the zipper all the way,

Let’s give it a try and throw in a pray
Emancipation on the way
And excitement to play
Ring the door bell, step inside
Won’t run, can’t hide
In the absence of social
For one very long year
As time marches on
We hold it precious and so dear
Can’t wait for a snack, maybe two, three or four
Have our stash of toothpicks haven’t needed before 
So let’s do it my friends, who have been very far
Although ten blocks away, we sat perched upon a star
So if you go down with Aces,  a clean canasta you will need 
We’ll cut each other slack
In the absence of greed
Like a monumental moment 
We’ll take a few pictures, maybe more

And just maybe, who knows appear in the rotogravure.