Rolling in the Heat

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There's a fire, and it's starting in my house, burning up the second floor and it's driving me quite nuts, lately I have showered more than once a day, come and feel the heat, I struggle to keep cool all day (sung to Rolling in the Deep)

Ringing Rocks Park, Pennsylvania

We recently visited a little known Park near Allentown, PA where a multitude of rocks lie strewn in an empty river bed. What makes them unique is that if you strike the rocks with a hammer, they emit different tones. If you plan to visit, take your own hammer, good walking shoes and a picnic basket for this is a lovely spot, with nice trails and a waterfall that trickled steadily down a thiry ft precipice of sheer rock. The facilities are minimal so be prepared: take water, bugspray and enjoy!

 

Here is the address: 

Ringing Rocks County Park 

 

Upper Black Eddy, PA 18972

 

 

 

Apple Mac Takes a Beating

Pinata By Adrienne, whacking by Joshua. Sorry Steves, Wozniak and Jobs. And the other guy, Ronald Wayne . Please don't be offended, we really like your product. 

 

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j.Price Is Right: Westboro Dumbass Church at it again

j.Price Is Right: Westboro Dumbass Church at it again

Remember, I remember...

Yesterday was the third anniversary of my brother's death, so untimely, so utterly and terribly wrong. It fills me with indescribable sadness remembering the phone call from my weeping mother. The shock of the news, of that very moment that I heard he had been shot, is etched in my memory like a fresh wound that still requires staunching after these few years. And as then, today, I remember my sister-in-law, her pain, her strength and her love; I remember their children, their eyes filled with a novocained numbness and deep loss. I remember...

Today I wrote these unfinished lyrics that still require a melody, perhaps it never will come..

For G.

When so quickly you left us

Did your spirit return to the sun

Did it burn up as you flew closer

And have you become One

Do I see you at sunrise

When the mist clears away?

Or are you a shadow that lingers

And are you waiting your turn?

There are no surprises

In life’s deathly dance

We’re here for a moment

While you stay in this trance

Don’t hold on too tightly

To the memory of pain

We are here briefly,

Then gone again

Fly through the sunrise

Like a bird or a star

The earth is below us

So near yet so far

We are everlasting soldiers

In life’s deathly dance

Will you come back and find us

Will you take one more chance?

Sing your song sweetly

Sing your song sad

The strings are unbroken

Words remain unspoken

I will sing this song for all who have lost someone to violence, to all those who believe in the everlasting existence of spirit, and love.

Life's a Beach!

Oh the joys of summer! The endlessly long hot days, the enervating humidity for those living in the flatlands of the eastern seaboard! And while I'm at it, the mosquitoes, the bugs, the traffic, traffic, traffic. Yes, let me say again, the traffic.

But let's face it, once you arrive at Ocean City and smell the salt air, hear the waves crashing, feel the sand between your toes and oh my god, the unbelievable heat of it as you struggle to carry all your schtuff ...it is worth it for the few hours of total zone-outed-ness!

So you settle in, try and put up an umbrella that is instantly blown backwards by the wind so that its pathetic spines are inside out and the brolly is ready to be dumped in the nearest trash can. And you submit to the temptation to rent one from the old bearded guy who very kindly erects his very sturdy, very large umbrella, and you pay him, and you are grateful because this is a king sized, hardworking, reliable piece of beach furniture that you just know you gonna love!

The serious business of applying sunscreen begins, and you can already feel the grains of sand sticking to you from the occasional blasts that sting your legs and put grimace lines on your face. I don't hold with sunscreen beyond an 8, and I like 4 best, but a good 30 for the face is a must...and believe me ladies, don't apply the regular stuff to your glorious visage, it will block up your pores and give you zits. So take the trouble, and the expense, and invest in a good one for the noggin and the chest. I have ugly ugly turkey skin on my chest from my days in the sun as a young girl, in my short-lived bikini days.

Once that is done, you can flop down on your towel and survey the scene: over there, children are playing in the water, the lifeguard is focused and alert, ready to go peeeeep with his whistle and make stern, rude gestures at the people with boogie boards who are edging over to the "swimmers only" area; several plump girls with rather ugly tattoos are flowing out of their bikinis, older ladies in skirty-type swimsuits are sitting smoking (urgh, I so wish people wouldn't do that, it STINKS!), young dudes are striding out of the water, wearing those ridiculous looonnng swim things which are riding low on their hips with their underwear showing (another serious URGH!!! when is that fashion going to change and how they heck do they swim with those trunks flapping in the water?). Yeah, beach. Fun.

And then I hear a baby crying and crying and I look around, behind me, a little ways back, there is a woman with what looks to be a three month old baby, trying to feed him a bottle. And this really makes me very, very angry. The baby is not wearing a hat, and she has no shade for him to lie under. I grapple with my maternal instincts and my overriding sense of superiority: I am a mother, an old one, and I should be going over and telling her, "What the heck are you doing with such a tiny baby on the beach, with no hat, no umbrella, in this heat, woman? Do you have any sense at all?" But I don't, I just sit there and fume and recall the time my son, who was three, got a mild dose of heatstroke . It was awful, he was burning up, throwing up, listless and dehydrated and this was while he was wearing a hat , under an umbrella, wearing sunscreen (they didn't have anything beyond 20 back then). I felt so bad and we had only spent the morning at the beach and had returned back to our hotel room by noon. That is how quickly it can happen.

So this is the moral of this particular story: for goodness' sake, keep your babies well protected and hydrated if you go to the beach. I know it is a drag, but let them rest in between playing and swimming. Give them frequent drinks and snacks, and get them out of the sun.

Be careful out there, and enjoy yourselves.