We Gather Together

My computer works.

Not a particularly noteworthy announcement from a blogger, I know.  But being without my computer for weeks makes these words sing off the screen with all the vibrato of a Wagnerian soprano.  Sing it with me, “Maaaai com-pu-tor wo-(trilled r)-ks-ah!”

With more crashing fatigue than its user, my machine refused to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time until finally deciding to take a two-month-long nap.  I don’t know what woke it from its slumber, but it seems to be up to working 85 – 90 % of the time now.  I’ll type fast just to be safe.

I’ve had these few months to consider the tortures virus writers should endure.  I naturally find cruel and unusual punishment abhorrent, but my recent fantasies have included images of stripping said offenders naked in public where they’re met by Lorenzo Lamas and a laser pointer, Charlie Sheen and an Epilady Classic, and Joey Lawrence and over-the-counter cans of spray tan.  Although I can’t be certain it was a virus that caused the trouble, it still seems good policy.

Anyway, I’m happy to get to post something before Thanksgiving arrives.  Fingers crossed, I’ll be back with more after my tryptophan-induced holiday rest.  I hope you enjoy my new arrangement of “We Gather Together.”


– Anita, Noted in Nashville


You’re Not ‘The One That Got Away’

Well, hello there!  It’s been a while.  I’ve enjoyed catching up on your blogs this week.  Thank you for making me feel missed and welcomed back.

There are many, many songs written about “the one that got away.”  But what about the one that didn’t?  And by that I mean, what about the one that didn’t, but you wish had?!  Here’s a song I wrote on that subject a few years ago.

My inner grammar cop compels me to point out the flaw in the title.  But no one says, “the one who got away” now do they?  So artistic license wins over language laws this time – like a lot of times.  In fact, anytime you find an error in my writing, just chalk it up to “artistic license.”  Oh yeah, I totally meant to do that. . .

Have a great weekend!

– Anita, Noted in Nashville

Taking a Beat . . . or 2 . . . or 12

Well . . . that was certainly an abrupt break from the blog!  I’m sorry to have left some of your comments hanging, for leaving some blog awards unanswered, and for disappearing from your posts without a word.

Big D and I welcomed some unexpected opportunities and surprising changes.  All good.  But the blog had to take an immediate back seat, and a flight out the proverbial window soon followed – leaving my blogging manners to twist in the spring breeze.

I think of you all often, and I look forward to catching up with all of your blogs in August.  Now . . . it’s time to take that summer break I planned all along.  🙂

Have a great summer!

– Anita, Noted in Nashville

Fear Itself: The Play of Down


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A couple of weeks ago – which is like, forever in the world of social media – when Russell Wilson was merely a newbie NFC champion, he asked the advice of four-time “The Big Game” winner Terry Bradshaw. “What do … Continue reading

I’m Not Bitter, I’m Peachy


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Pinch a Peachy Monkey Bread I’m Not Bitter, I’m Peachy This month, Pillsbury will announce the winner of their 46th annual contest.  First prize? Yeah, what she said. Second prize?  Who cares; and let me get straight to the point … Continue reading

The Perfect Greek Temple: Right At Home In Nashville

My blogging buddies and globe trekkers James and Terri made a stop in Nashville recently to see our Parthenon reproduction. Check out their comparisons to the original in Athens.


Parthenon side

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This post was inspired by a comment and suggestion made by our new blogging buddy, Anita. She’s the creative spirit and talented singer/songwriter behind the fun,

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I feel so honored. I had no idea that amazing singer-songwriters ever read my humble blog. Earlier today I posted about one of my favorite singer-songwriters, Aimee Mann. I hesitated about posting because it…