The Lighter Side of JzB

Here you will find photos, poetry, and possibly some light-hearted foolishness. For the Heavier Side
of JzB
see my other blog,
Retirement Blues. (There be dragons!)

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Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku

"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Carpe Diem Time Machine Plus Imaginary Garden


UPDATE 2/11/15 for The Imaginary Garden Tuesday Platform [a day late]

Since it's all about the stage and the applause, I'll take this opportunity to blow my own horn - literally.

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


Carpe Diem theme originally from Nov 7, 2012.

My grandson Nate is a smart, healthy boy.  He'll be 12 1/2 on Valentine's day.

But he got off to a rough start.  He was born with transposition of the great arteries - his pulmonary artery and aorta were hooked up in reverse.   So instead of a complete circulatory system, he had two closed loops.  Fortunately, this condition was observed in an ultrasound.  So he was born at Mott's Children's Hospital at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, where fixing these things is a matter of routine.

When he was born, he turned blue immediately.  But the neo-natal cardiac team was on high alert and quickly performed a radical procedure that stabilized him until the open-heart surgery could be performed a week later.

It was a success, and everything turned out well.    Which is pretty remarkable since they opened him up like a clam, and the great arteries in a newborn have about the same diameter as a pencil lead.

So I wrote this song for him.  A blues of course.  A minor blues for a little guy.  The barely audible bass riff at the beginning and end is supposed to represent a heart beat.  There is other symbolism in the song's construction, some of which was unconscious.  Trombone solo by me.

I tear up every time I tell this story.

new little blue boy
here is a song of the heart
from my horn to you


  1. amazing!!! early happy birthday greetings to your grandson

    much love...

  2. A very tense time that is felt here as I read the story. GREAT blues!

  3. Wow ... such a heartbreaking story and your grandson now almost 12 and a half years ... really awesome. Great music, I did know that you played the trombone, but I didn't know that you are also a musician who writes his own music. Awesome ...

  4. This is a miracle and I tear up thinking about it~ You did a fantastic job-yes, the blues define us, but it is the love that keeps us warm~

  5. How amazing to hear you play.. and such a miracle that things that once was death has become routine. A blues for sure but the upbeat end made all the difference.

  6. I love this! Thank you so much for sharing.

  7. Wonderful, miraculous story and thanks for the music!

  8. A tearful story and a stirring tribute.


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