Biscuit Day #554

Random Notes for Scattered Minds

The snow was lovely yesterday, as were the icy windows.

It’s hard to think of anything today but the cold. It’s -8 right now, with an expected high of zero. Our house is up to 62 degrees and I’m rather proud of it. Drafty windows or no. Good job, house. We’re snuggled in the media room with a space heater.

Thank God for biscuits.

Lonesome Larry Williams of WHHP Radio, Backland Radio, and promoter of so many wonderful shows in this town, passed last night. Fucking cancer.

Keeping Lori Allen in my heart.

I believe there will be a GoFundMe set up to cover expenses. I will let you know.

He accomplished a lot for the music community and impacted so many of us.

The coast of Maine is being ravaged by flooding. Mostly Southern Maine and Midcoast, not my beloved Down East. Waves over 16 feet, seas with waves ranging between 13 and 21 feet. Buildings being ripped off their foundations. Old wrecks uncovered from a century of sand, only to be swept out to sea in the next storm.

In the scheme of what is going on in this world, and with cancer affecting so many I love, I know I shouldn’t worry about buildings being washed away. Maybe I love buildings so much and worry about them because it’s easier than worrying about the unfathomable.

Maybe.

I was reading a book the other night and was struck by this line:

You have to admit it’s a bit odd. I mean my family rented a house in St. Ives for a few summers when I was small, but I don’t feel a lemming-like draw to go back there.

Maine does draw me back. Being a lemming’s ok sometimes.

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The first in a continuing series of things I feel that I’m supposed to love but about which I’m kinda meh:

Patti Smith. She had a good look and seems to be a nice person but I find her writing unutterably pompous and apart from a few outliers, her music forgettable.

A few of the reasons I love a man in a black jacket and white shirt. Ruffles optional.

An old general store on our way home from Barnes the other day. A few more clouds and fewer dogs running around our car might have made for a better picture.

I must say, Carlinville was delightful and had a lovely little drive-in with a very stylish sign.

The sign seemed later to me and sure enough, an old picture showed it had a wonderful early screen. This was a damn high style drive in, particularly for a town the size of Carlinville (around 5,000 when this was a built in the early 50’s). Very, very nice.

CinemaTreasures.com

It’s been quite some time since I came across such a nice drive-in sign.

Onward. One more Biscuit Day in the books.

Love,
Cynthia