John Steinbeck Move Over. I'm Talkin' Dust Bowl

For a while today, I was looking for the Ghost of Tom Joad.

I decided to look at the weather app on my phone to see just how hot it was. Now I believe I have three different weather apps on my iPhone, but since I only interested in the temperature, I went to the regular iPhone weather app.

My town comes up with the temperature of 90. But the present weather condition was... Dust. Now I live a dozen miles out of New York City, so I check their weather and it's also 90 and Mostly Sunny. Maybe I don't live in Jersey, maybe I'm in the freakin' dust bowl. So I go outside and... no dust, no tumblin' tumbleweeds, not a cloud in the sky. It was... mostly sunny.

This Dust condition bothered me, so I kept checking the phone. Apparently the Dust-Up last for hours. though the only dust I saw was indoors not outdoors. Perhaps it was Siri suggesting I do a little cleaning. I really do hate that bitch. But I digress.

Somewhere around the end of the workday, I finally got an all clear message on my phone that it was now Mostly Sunny.

No more flashbacks to The Grapes of Wrath, just a late afternoon sun in Jersey. Dust-free.

An Old Chestnut From The Byrds

If you read today's post on Kat's Theory of Life, you would know I bought an IPhone yesterday. I also downloaded my first song from ITunes.  Yes, it has taken this long...I am so not into technology..but I keep getting sucked in. That's fine, old dogs, new tricks...woof.

So I browsed itunes for a few minutes before seeing a band with whom I first had a bond..so many years back.  February 5, 1972, good God that's 40 years ago. I went to my first rock concert.  It was at the legendary Capitol Theatre in Passaic, NJ...and the band was The Byrds.  Not my favorite group of all time, but definitely one who helped define the era.  I was hooked on live music from that point on...my next concert was exactly two weeks later.

Once I saw The Byrds on itunes, I knew what my first download would be.  A song which I may have on vinyl (remember that), but do not have on CD. As a child who collected horse figurines and whose parents planned a family vacation to Florida by way of the Kentucky horse farms, "Chestnut Mare" was a song which made me happy for as long as I can remember.

"That's when I lost my hold and she got away
But I'm gonna try to get her again someday."

Now the song has been up to interpretation since it was released..was it about a horse, a woman, heroin...or is it about none of those at all.  Don't care, just makes me smile.

Hope it makes you smile too.