DIY Sunday With Jann Arden

After Mass today, I stopped at a store to replenish my DIY supplies.

Max and I headed out for some off-leash fun and then after a quick lunch, I started up some tunes (Jann Arden) and continued on with the bedroom furniture prep.

Today’s readings at Mass really spoke to me for a whole number of reasons.  The following song causes me to think again about the Gospel reading, Luke 13: 22-30.

I began my session of stripping furniture today with some new tools…beautiful rubber gloves and a new paint stripping tool!  I also picked up, upon someone’s recommendation, some Heirloom paint stripping gel.  The work went remarkably well. Now, to put my feet up.

Heirloom Paint Remover, Fancy Paint Stripper and New Black Gloves

Heirloom Paint Remover, Fancy Paint Stripper and New Black Gloves

Head Board Coming Along

Head Board Coming Along

Yesterday

Yesterday

Today

Today

Things are happening here.

Things are happening here.

Unlike the Heirloom promotional video, this is what my first application and stripping looks like!  Not so easy as presented.

Unlike the Heirloom promotional video, this is what my first application and stripping looks like! Not so easy as presented.

The mess would drive some people bonkers.

The mess would drive some people bonkers.

I’m starting to think about what artist I’m going to be exploring on these next three pieces of furniture for my bedroom.  At the moment, I’m thinking about Chagall’s Madonna or his Abraham and Three Angels.  I want to use a colour scheme that includes Pthalo Blue and a rich deep earthy orange.  I might go a whole other direction, but just for this time, this is what I’m thinking.

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Writing My Life Out of Order: Surprise #1 In No Particular Order

P1120244I’m trying to regroup in all aspects of life right now (and my regrouping is coming along just fine), but somehow my blog is becoming a mish-mash of the past two months and the present.  I just finished writing a ‘brief’ about my times in Hamilton…still not finished that one, but close.  Once completed, I have so much more to explore around times in Belleville, Powassan, Lindsay and tripping the Trans-Canada highway single-handedly.  I suppose my readers will just have to take it as it comes and I appreciate your patience with that.

At the moment, I need to review last night’s event, even briefly.  The Alberta Flood Relief Concert ticket was a gift from my daughter and her husband.  With gratitude, I made my way, along with 31,000 other attendees, to McMahon Stadium in Calgary.  I’m going to review the concert as a series of surprises in no particular order.

Surprise #1:  Jann Arden was set to play her last tune in her short set.  Now, I’ve attended no fewer than five of Jann’s concerts and loved every one of them.  When the introduction to Good Mother came up, I made some comment, “Oh…I knew she would do this one.”  I was happy.  I’ve always looked forward to this tune.

However, what happened next was surprising.  I anticipated the song in the same way I’ve always anticipated it, with images of my own mother. Through the introductory notes, I forgot that my mother was gone and when the tune moved slightly beyond and into the lyric, that reality of life without my mother, was like a punch in the gut.

My mother…the forever-reference point.  This experience…sort of like the difference between reading ‘the book’ and then watching ‘the movie’.  While I read ‘the book’, I create images in my head for characters and for settings.  At the first viewing of ‘the movie’, I’m always disappointed.  The physical choices for the actors and actresses rarely match the characters that have developed in my imagination.  The places never look quite the same.  It was a similar experience, listening to this song, the first time since my mother’s passing.

I surprised myself crying, all the while, surrounded by thousands of people in the stands.  The song, like everything else in my world, has changed.

Good Mother by Jann Arden

I’ve got money in my pocket,
I like the color of my hair.
I’ve got a friend who loves me,
Got a house, I’ve got a car.
I’ve got a good mother,
and her voice is what keeps me here.

Feet on ground,
Heart in hand,
Facing forward,
Be yourself.
I’ve never wanted anything.
No I’ve, no I’ve, I’ve never wanted anything,
so bad..(so bad).

Cardboard masks of all the people I’ve been
Thrown out, with all the rusted, tangled
dented God Damned miseries!!
You could say I’m hard to hold,
But if you knew me you’d know,
I’ve got a good father,
And his strength is what makes me cry.

Feet on ground,
Heart in hand,
Facing forward,
Be yourself.
I’ve never wanted anything,
No I’ve, no I’ve, I’ve never
wanted anything so bad..(so bad).

I’ve got money in my pockets,
I like the color of my hair.
I’ve got a friend who loves me,
Got a house, I’ve got a car.
I’ve got a good mother,
and her voice is what keeps me here.

Feet on ground,
Heart in hand,
Facing forward,
Be yourself.

Heart in hand,
Feet on ground,
Facing forward,
Be yourself.
just be yourself.
just be yourself.

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I Look to You

I Look to You

I don’t really know, Mom, if you have understood your own strength in life.  You inspire me with your tenacity.  Nothing is more precious to me than the few minutes I can grab to see you and interact with you, face-to-face, on Skype.  Because of technology, I feel as though I’m in the same room as you, Mom and Dad, when in fact, I am thousands of miles away.  After our Skype date this evening, I headed for my bank of photos, tucked into files on the computer and found this one.  It made me smile.   You shared such satisfaction clearing this piece of land!  You inspired me then and continue to inspire me today.

Clearing Land

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
— Anais Nin