Friday, September 3, 2010

Maybe the cat got my tongue.

I can’t explain why, but for the last day or two my tendency to run off at the mouth (and out through the fingertips onto a computer keyboard) just dried up like the ocean at Southport, England.

That sound you hear coming from certain quarters is Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus” (if you don’t click on that link, you’ll miss something special!).

Be that as it may, I simply cannot sit here and post nothing. As Belle Watling (Ona Munson) once said to Melanie Wilkes (Olivia de Havilland) in the David O. Selznick film Gone With The Wind, “Oh, no, ma’am. It wouldn't be fittin’.”


So whether it was the arrival of cooler temperatures and shorter days that brought with them a certain, um, I don’t know, call it wanderlust (we will now observe a short pause while you dredge up from your memory banks the sound of Frankie Laine singing “I Must Go Where The Wild Goose Goes”)...


...or a completely unforeseen event such as the sudden realization that I will never know as much about art as Katherine DeChevalle of Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, I was rendered silent and ineffective.

Speechless.

Mute.

Until now.

Now my muse has smiled on me once again and I have my blogging voice back.

That, along with the fact that yesterday would have been my parents’ wedding anniversary and today is my second-oldest grandson’s fourteenth birthday, has definitely put Mrs. RWP and me in a festive mood.


Lest you think that photo is really of us, let me hasten to assure you that it isn’t.

[Update, 9/4/2010. Originally this post didn’t end here. The original version included a recent photo of me with my family. After remarking that my goatee had recently disappeared, I added, “Maybe the cat got that too.” It tied in nicely with the post’s title, I thought. But I had second thoughts about displaying my family’s faces to the whole wide world and decided to remove the photo along with my ending words. This change forced me to remove a couple of comments that were inspired by the photo and no longer make sense. Now you know the rest of the story.]

11 comments:

Putz said...

i believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows

rhymeswithplague said...

Putz, i believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows

I had forgotten that Frankie Laine sang that one too, but it all comes back to me now.

rhymeswithplague said...

Putz, i believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows

I had forgotten that Frankie Laine sang that one too, but it all comes back to me now.

rhymeswithplague said...

Anything I say twice is true.

rhymeswithplague said...

How about that, it was right there on the album cover the whole time....

rhymeswithplague said...

How about that, it was right there on the album cover the whole time....

Yorkshire Pudding said...
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Carolina said...

They look like a happy couple ;-)

(Only the things I say once are true.)

rhymeswithplague said...

Carolina, me too, but the computer seemed to be hiccuping (hiccupping?) earlier.

Elizabeth said...

Robert, I just want to say that I did 'catch' the photograph before it disappeared and although I fully understand your reasons for removing it, I would like to say what a privilege it was to briefly see you, your beautiful wife and your three lovely children.It was nice to put faces to the names and to appreciate what a handsome gentleman I'm corresponding with here. x

Katherine said...

Thank you for the kind words and the link Robert....
But I really want to attribute most of what I know about art to five amazing tutors who have been kind enough to answer my never-ending questions and give me their time over and above class time. I shall post about them one day. They are:
Janet Tonkin-Covell
James Ormsby
Ani Fourie
Emily Armstrong
Laurie Steer