Random Musings & Otherwise

What I’d like to be watching

I’ve been listening to the Spring Awakening soundtrack non stop for the past couple of weeks. Almost this time last year I was seeing it for my first time. It was...well, words just do not describe! My favorite songs are All That’s Known, Touch Me, and Blue Wind/Don’t Do Sadness. But they’re all fabulous. Bitch of Living has an incredibly amount of energy (and is the scene shown above in the photo.) Why oh why did you have to close, Spring Awakening? Although luckily, I was fortunate enough to see it twice.

First in July with Lily….

And then for the second time in December for Sarah’s 16th birthday. That was when we got lots of people in the cast to sign our program including the lovely Hunter Parrish (!)

He was a sweetheart.

Did anyone else get a chance to see it?

Where I’d like to be

The picture by Éole says it all.

What I’d like to be doing

Ah, yes. My dream to jump off a rope swing into a beautiful lake. The not yet realized but one of my most perfect, everlasting images of summer.

Photo courtesy of Stas Milksonov.

Who I’d like to be...even if just for a day

The beautiful city, the fabulous umbrella, the rainy weather...and then of course her chic self. I would not mind to be in her shoes right now.

Photo courtesy Bob Flounders.

Who I’d like to spend a week with

He is amazing.

What I’d like to be eating

One of Eileen Blake's delicious pies. I miss her.

And now, enough with the otherwise and onto a couple of random musings...

I wonder how it would feel to run up a tree like a squirrel. I mean of course Sarah did it in the picture above...so I must ask her how it felt. Must feel...free. Or at least very very cool. I suppose squirrels are just used to it though.

Why is your identity completely concealed when you throw on a mask?

Like, superheros, Cinderella…I mean, just because part of your forehead and nose is covered, no one knows who you are?

I want to attend a masquerade and see how well my identity being totally concealed works out…I would really love if it did, actually.

Ooh, wouldn’t it be so much fun if the blogger world all met together for a masquerade? That would be the most fantastic event that ever existed.

Well, on that note, I must go do homework (only five more days left)!

Hope everyone is enjoying their week,
Sylvia

To our one and only pie lady, Eileen Blake

No, no, no, no, no. I still can't believe it. Eileen Blake, the hero of the Vineyard, the woman I would have paid bundles of money to make my wedding pie...passed away in August of 2008. And I didn't even find out until now.

It started after I read Annie's post about getting published (congratulations by the way, Annie, I can't wait to read ithe issue) I looked around http://apt.aforementionedproductions.com/ and the more I looked, the more I thought about submitting. I was reading the contributor's bios and was very intrigued by all the mentioned pie. Upon reading submission guidelines, I discovered that it was a rule to include your favorite pie in the attached email. I thought for a moment of what I would put and immediately came to an answer: Eileen Blake's blueberry peach pie. Heaven on Earth. I thought of how much I wanted to go back to Martha's Vineyard and then remembered the facebook group that had been created long ago and decided to take a look. And then, my heart gave an uncomfortable, painful thud when I saw, posted on the group's wall by another member, "I'm sorry to report that Eileen Blake died two weeks ago, August 1, 2008. I'm headed to the Vineyard in a week, and I can't believe I won't be able to have one of her delicious pies."

I couldn't believe it. I always thought she'd be there...like the big toe on your foot or a pinky on your hand. You don't really think about either that much, but you always assume they'll be there whenever you need them. I thought that our remarkable island 'pie lady' would always be there for me to stop by for a slice of apple or strawberry rhubarb. Eileen Blake loved the Vineyard and lived there for 40 years. It was in 1973 that she began her business, Eileen Blake’s Pies & Otherwise. She was 73 when she died.

I remember taking this picture when Lil, her dad, and I went to check if there was any Tollhouse cookie pie. We laughed because we could hear this man asking the same question from our car.

I hope she knows how loved and missed she was and is.

Rest in peace, Eileen Blake.