The League of Extraordinary Gentlepersons


The prompt That has inspired me today is one that I skipped earlier in the month:

Support: Talk about a time when you literally or figuratively stood on the sidelines and cheered for someone.

I was astonished when I really thought about it how very much of my time and my social life is spent supporting the efforts of friends and loved ones.

For example, just in the last two weeks:

I went to a bar gig because I knew the drummer.
A volleyball game because I knew two players.
A play because I knew the director.
A high school musical because I knew some of the kids.

And this is fairly typical. I think it’s great though because I have to be entertained anyway, so it may as well be by people I care about. The arts are very important to me. I believe that the ability to create beauty is what separates us from the animals.

So, I show that support by going to:

A photographer friend’s art opening.
A ska band formed of family friends.
Improv by a comic friend.

It would be hard to go back and find a gap of more than a week or two max where I am not cheering a friend from the audience.


I read blogs daily written by friends.
I watch television show where I know an intern or an actor.
I attend my daughter’s roommates’ basketball games.

This is as well as the literal decades I spent watching my children sing, sketch, act, play baseball, softball, soccer, wrestle or perform gymnastics.

When I think about it, I have done an excellent job of surrounding myself with extraordinarily entertaining people.


The Final Countdown

Tonight’s prompt is the top 5 songs you would want played at your funeral. I haven’t looked at anyone else’s post  because I wanted to see how similar or different our selections were.

Number One is easy: If I Ever Leave this World Alive by Flogging Molly:

Number Two is from Barrage an awesome string ensemble I have seen more that once with my daughter. This one is called Mountain Spring:

Number Three is Bring Him Home from Les Miserables by Colm Wilkinson. I saw him perform it in Toronto and Buffalo and I just sob every time:

Number Four is one of my favorite hymns from when I was little. It’s called The Prayer of St Francis, sometimes called Let There Be Peace on Earth:

Number Five is a more modern hymn, more the praise song genre. I have only learned it the last few years, but it’s a beautiful song. It’s called Open the Eyes of My Heart and this is the Mercy Me version:

Honorable Mentions go to:

Here I am to Worship

How Great is Our God

Siya Hamba

There’s Always Room For Cello

This is a post from a couple of years ago when I first started playing cello.

That particular teacher only lasted a couple of months because she was more of a violin/viola teacher. I soon had a new teacher, a young woman who taught music at a local college. She taught be a ton and lessons were really fun. (“Stop making faces! You’re the only one who thinks it sounds bad,” she told me more than once.)

She took an amazing job in Chicago last year though, and I’ve just been playing on my own ever since. I need to play a lot more that I do though. I could be progressing much quicker than I am though. I’m glad to be finally getting the hang of swung rhythm, but vibrato still evades me, but as I said, not nearly enough practice.

I was pleasantly surprised that reading music came right to me like I’d been doing it all my life. I continue to be challenged by rhythm and tempo. I need to spend more time listening to and imitating the pieces that I’m learning.

I’ll keep playing though as long as I enjoy it.

“You Were My Rock, Never My Stepping Stone”

I already completed my blog for my daily challenge here but this lyric made me think of today’s challenge to write about a time when you cheered someone on from the sidelines:

Lyrics to Harbour Lights by A Silent Film:

You and I know I had to leave
Under harbour lights, I could not see
That you were my rock, never my stepping stone
I held my tongue, I turn on my heels
I couldn’t look back, I want you know
That you were my rock, never my stepping stone
You were never a stepping stone
We both know I cannot come home
The water rose faster than I could run
Oh my load has bruised my grieving bones
Forgive my sins for I haven’t found God
And I don’t know when I can trust my heart
But you were my rock, never my stepping stone
She said “I’ll be your rock when the water comes, don’t waste your life on stepping stones”
You were never a stepping stone