birthday rainbow in the morning

But wait! Wasn't this photograph shown yesterday???
Yes, it was, but it's pertinent once more. You see, this was breakfast today! I heated that lovely rainbow in the frying pac, then placed it on a bed of fresh spinach, and put all of that between two slices of lightly toasted bread. While I waited for it to heat, I nibbled the rest of the corn.
What an awesome way to start the day!
After consuming the rainbow, I decided to mow the front yards.
Yes, that plural was deliberate and not some odd slip on the keyboard.
Front yards.
Mine and my next-door neighbor's.
By coincidence, he and I have the same birthday, but in different years, with him being just a few years older.
It's been my habit of the past few years to mow his grass for his birthday.
Well, let me amend that.
Around the time of our shared birthday, whenever I cut my front yard's grass, I also cut his.
His work schedule is quite erratic, allowing little time for such inane chores as mowing the green carpet provided by Mother Nature. My schedule is all over the map, too, but I'm in the neighborhood more often than he is. So, one year a couple of years ago, when I was out in the sun making my yard presentable again to the world at large, I chose to surprise him with conquered weeds.
And so I did.
Then I went off and did whatever was on my summer schedule for the day.
The next day, he made a point of coming over when he saw I was home. "Did you mow my yard?" He had asked his yard guy and he had spoken to the neighbors, trying to assess how he had been graced with a lovely yard after a hard day at work.
I admitted I did so, as his yard was so small and my mower had plenty of charge and I had been caught up with the opportunity to do him a favor.
He was quite touched.
That weekend, while I was gone, he edged my front yard when he did his.
And so it has been ever since. I mow his grass, he edges my yard.
Just the front yards, please. Who cares how the back yards look? Right?
So, today, almost two weeks after our birthday, I finally had the opportunity to keep up my end of our gift exchange.
Between my schedule and that of the rain, I simply have not had the combination of time and dry grass needed. Today, the forecast called for rain in the afternoon, but there had been no rain yesterday. That meant the morning grass was dry.
So now the deed is done!
We both have manicured lawns fronting our houses!
I am clean and heading to Bluffton for the day, so... later!!!

bass

For such a tiny word, it packs a huge amount of meanings.
Consider this: how many of us have eaten seafood? Or riverfood or lakefood? I'm talking FISH. In this context, bass (pronounced /ˈbæs/) refers to a large meaty fish in the same family as the perch and the grouper. In other words, a fairly mild, yet juicy and flavorful, lean protein source, best when grilled or pan sauteed. Makes my mouth water just thinkin' 'bout it!
But for the past two days, I've been listening to two different types of bass. No, no, no, not those "singing" fish you mount on the wall.
No.
Yes, they are a fun gag gift for your favorite fisherman. But hang in there a moment, sweetpea.
I'm talking bass guitar and double bass. The former was featured in a band last night, a group from California called Sea Wolf. (Yeah, I can hear you: are they Jack London fans?? The answer: Yes, yes, the lead singer is!) The band was going to be in town as one of the offerings of the Savannah Music Festival. I had listened to a playlist of their songs a night or so ago and was captured by their use of water imagery in their lyrics. Very nice! Nice rhythmic music, too, if you catch my drift. Ah, yeah...
[Did you catch my little joke with water imagery?]
(smile)
Anywho, one of the bandmates in this pop-rock group was playing a lovely Rickenbacher bass guitar, a classic with musicians for several decades. Not only do the guitars emit a wonderful deep tone, they're pretty, too.
Well, they are!
That was last night. I deliberately chose a seat in the last two rows, at the end, so I could feel free to get up and dance if I wanted.
I never sat down.
Not once.
True story!
Today, at noon30 as the folks at SMF call it, I was treated to the sounds of a completely different instrument, the double bass. A mainstay in jazz groups and orchestras, the very large instrument tends to produce music that sometimes only dogs can hear.
Seriously, the tone is that low.
This time, the band was a jazz trio, plus one. The Aaron Diehl Trio was to play selections by the late John Lewis of the Modern Jazz Quartet, as well as other pieces. But, for this show, they would be a quartet, with vibraphonist Warren Wolf in their midst. Very nice addition! And an invigorating show, with Jason Marsalis sneaking in to replace the drummer for the final song. Sah-weet!
And so ends my little treatise on bass types.
Well, almost!
How could I possibly leave without referring to one of the greatest bass lines in vocal music?
I could not and shall not.
With no further ado, here's an energetic bunch of young men in a bass choir, treating us to "Blue Moon".
Enjoy - and y'all come back now, ya hear?