Thing One:
The Bluegrass Blog reports that Darren Vincent and Jamie Daily will begin touring with their new band, the Dailey Vincent Band, in 2008. Now, that’s something to look forward to. I’ll be looking for a way to see them ASAP. The Blog gives some specifics.
Papa and I are big fans of Jamie’s current band, Doyle Lawson’s Quicksilver. A couple of years ago we actually purchased a CD because of a Vincent-Dailey duet on it. I just listened to that song, “Beautiful Star of Bethlehem,” and three other tracks of the same song by other artists. The Dailey-Vincent version featured great harmony, they are a great pair.
Thing Two:
Dust. I can’t get rid of it. I know that it’s not a personal defect, but sometimes I wonder how the “House Beautiful” babes do it.
Thing Three:
Daddy was an Undertaker, by McDill McCown Glassman is the title of a book on my shelf. Inside the cover, an inscription reads, “To Marge from Pamela, Christmas 1952. The book is copyright 1952, Vantage Press, Inc, and comes from the 3rd printing, 10,000 total had been printed.
Marge is my mother, I’m Pamela, and my dad was an undertaker, too. I’ve read this book several times and each time I learn something new about my old self and my current self. In the prologue, Mrs. Glassman says, “..I have attempted to dispel any false notions that undertakers are inhuman and without feeling.”
As a child of an undertaker, I lived the rituals of death over and over, sometimes on a daily basis. In my case, the effect was to give me comfort in the familiar process. I do remember elementary classmates asking way to many question and making me uncomfortable. At times during that period of my life, dad’s work was a part of our daily lives. At various times, we lived upstairs, kept quiet during funerals, answered the business phone, set up flowers, set up chairs, vacuumed, and numerous other mundane tasks. This was no different than children of farmers milked cows and helped with other farm tasks. I guess I don’t have any brilliant conclusions about this, except perhaps people who have experienced certain situations can speak profoundly to others who have similar experiences.
Thing Four:
A couple of days ago, I discovered the problem with our humidifier. I cleaned it out and replaced the filters, which had fallen into the bottom of the tank. The humidity in here is now in the 40’s instead of the 20s. And it really does feel warmer. The outdoor temp is 7, not -7, but the humidity does help. Why doesn’t anyone talk about “moist heat” the way they talk about “dry heat”?
The only thing that matters today:
I’m off to retrieve my granddaughters!
