You don’t need nothin but an acoustic guitar, a little keyboard, and sister harmonies. Simply beautiful stuff.
I think it’s high time to do a post usin nothin but my Samsung Galaxy S4 super smart phone. I may have attempted it already, back when I had my regular old smart phone, the iPhone 4S. But I don’t remember if I did or not. And since it’s too tedious to try and look at past posts usin this SSP, I’ll not worry about it. Let’s just call this the first official one.
I’m slow at typin on any kind of smallish keypads on hand-held devices, even usin the”swype” feature! Thumb typin just doesn’t come natural to me like it does to the young folks. And I still prefer the comfort of sittin at my desk doin it the old fashioned way.
I need to write. Be it with this SSP, desktop, or the truly old fashioned way – pen and paper (which I’ve actually started usin again).
Needs. We all have them. My need (if you can call it that) for owning a Martin guitar will be realized one week from now. Music, and/or the creation of it, is also one of my needs.
What are a few of yours?
In his compact little book “Steal Like An Artist” one of Austin Kleon‘s secrets to unlocking your creativity is to “do good work and share it with people.” The book is full of such one-liners meant to help us find that creative thing within. Taped on the speaker box next to my monitor is Robert A. Heinlein‘s Rules for Writing, five of them, all short and succinct like many of those in Mr. Kleon’s book. One of Heinlein’s says “you must finish what you write.” But of course before you can finish anything you need to start it, and before you can share it with anyone it has to be made shareable. There’s all kinds of info available about how to be more creative and productive, but what seems to be missing from all of it is instructions on how to get motivated.
Motivation comes when your brain tells your feet, hands, and the rest of your body what to do next. But unless your brain sees something that motivates it, you probably won’t be energized to do much. My problem, and perhaps yours too, is that we’ve seen just about everything there is to see. There’s also the problem of how our brains interpret the stuff it sees. Mine catches sight of a beautiful old acoustic Martin guitar and I’m almost immediately motivated to go buy one. But there’s one problem with this that instantly de-motivates: I can’t afford to buy a vintage Martin guitar. At least not instantly. I have to save for it. It’s quite appropriate that Mr. Kleon mentions staying out of debt, which hints at a certain cost of creativity.
I still play an old Sigma acoustic guitar that I bought in 1973. It’s had one major reconstructive surgery, an electric pickup installed, and some minor underside bridge work. Much like me, that old Sigma is showing signs of age. And although the cost of some of its creativity might be measured in dollars and cents, the heart and soul of it still comes from the one who plays it – me.
I have to stop thinking of my youngest daughter as my youngest daughter. She’s 18, and I should be allowing her to venture out more on her own, without wanting to know where she’s goin, how long she’ll be there, and when she’ll be home each and every time she walks out the door.
It’s probably good to know where she’s at, but once she leaves for college in the fall how will I know where she’s at then? I know she’ll be attending Slippery Rock University, and I know that’s in Slippery Rock, PA. But how am I to know where she’ll be when she’s not in class, or even if she’s going to class?
How am I supposed to train myself not to text her every hour to see if she’ll reply and let me know where she’s at and what she’s doing?
I think about her leaving for college and I begin to wish that I could rewind our lives and go back to the time when she was so shy that she’d hide behind my leg when a friend or relative spoke to her. Back to when she used that gibberish toddler language that nobody but her older brother, mother or father could understand. Back in time to the days when I held her and rocked her to sleep, or comforted her after a mishap or when she had a tummy ache. Back when she was my little bo bo, when she’d say her name was nuh nuh nuh, making everyone wonder how she came up with three syllables and that unique pronunciation of her first name.
I have to stop thinking that Meghan needs protected from everything that’s out there. But there sure is a lot of harmful stuff out there. Isn’t there? Or is it just a father’s imagination that the world is just too big for his little baby girl?
I’m tryin to get The Write Gardener’s new website up and running but it’s taking longer than I expected. I’m thinking the new website will have articles, photos, and perhaps a video or three on such topics as gardening, music, poetry, fiction and nonfiction writing, blogging, or in other words all things related to “Life in and Out of The Garden.”
I need to rearrange the way I do things so that I can dedicate the necessary time making (and keeping!) The Write Gardener’s website an enjoyable place for everyone to visit. It should be nothing less. This will be a new endeavor for me and The Write Gardener. It is hoped that y’all will provide a word or two of encouragement, and possibly a suggestion or three if you feel so inclined.
The unofficial start of summer has came and went, but I’m announcing the official start of summer – June 21 – as the debut date of The Write Gardener’s new website.
The Write Gardener’s blog here might be incorporated into the new website sometime in the future.
I believe that life started in a garden and continued onward and outward from there. My aim is to tell others about that journey using words, music, and pictures; the story of Life in and Out of The Garden.
I’ve upgraded to a new (new to me) camera after many years with my old reliable Sony DSC H1. I purchased a slightly used Canon PowerShot S100, and I’m still in the process of learning how to use it. I’m also teaching myself (with the help of “the Adobe Photoshop Lightroom 4 book for digital photographers“) how to use Lightroom 4, it helps you set up an efficient “work flow” system of managing and editing your photos. I’ve not used it enough yet to develop my own work flow, but I’m getting there.
The Sony served me well over the course of many years, and if not for the fact that I needed more pixels for printing large photos, I’d have kept using it until it broke. I went from 5 megapixels with the Sony to 12 with the Canon, which should allow me to make really nice quality 8×10 prints. But of course size isn’t everything; I gave up the Sony’s super cool 12x optical zoom for the Canon’s 5 power, but there’ll always be give and take for folks on a limited budget.
Other things that have either been upgraded or are waiting in line:
- Wheel Horse riding mower*
- Living room suite
- Kitchen appliances*
- Kitchen makeover
- Mobile phone(s)
- Acoustic/electric guitar*
- Bedroom furniture*
- Bathroom makeover
- The Writer Gardener’s website
(*= 20 years old or older)
The above list is a work in progress, and it may even grow so large as to require a complete home makeover! (Note: talk of such an idea has been floating around.)
I had to go to court recently and it was quite interesting, here’s how it happened:
I drive a school bus, one of the smaller ones, and while I was stopped to let a kid off, with all the lights flashing red and the “Stop” arm extended and flashing red, a driver pulled out from behind me and passed my bus on the left. Luckily, the student wasn’t crossing the street in front of my bus, to the left, or she would have been hit by that careless driver.
This reckless incident happens quite often, but it was the first time I was able to get the license plate number of the offender. I called the local police station and was instructed to write up an incident report and bring it to the station, which I did that very afternoon. A couple of weeks later I got a phone call (while I was at the Philly Flower Show with my wife) from the local sheriff informing me that I had been summoned to court; that driver had decided to plead not guilty.
My court date has come and gone, the judge found the driver guilty, issued a fine and added 3 points onto the driving record of the offender (click here to read more about PA’s point system). The judge was exceptionally lenient in this instance, the statute reads:
Vehicle Code 3345(a): Failure to stop for school bus with flashing red lights. . . . 60-day suspension. . . . . . . .and. . . 5 points added.
My role in the entire proceeding was minimal. I was called to the stand, answered a few questions, and returned to my seat. One of the more interesting aspects of this procedure was the fact that the careless driver had an attorney, an attorney that appeared to me to be about as competent in his field as a race horse with three legs! The judge even scolded him once for “rolling his eyes” at the judge. I had to restrain myself from outwardly voicing a sigh in disgust at the lawyer’s attempt to justify why the driver didn’t stop – “your honor, the driver isn’t obligated to stop on her way home from work and help a homeless person.” I was in disbelief at such a comparison as that!
Do you think justice was served in this case? I think the driver received what amounted to be a hard slap on the wrist. She should have gotten the 60 day suspension and the full 5 points added to her driving record. I can only hope that she thinks twice the next time she sees a stopped school bus with flashing red lights; such carelessness is inexcusable.