I'm a very happy camper.
I learned over the weekend that the Smelt are running. Turns out at least one of the local TV channel's found that a news worthy event. Here's the thing.
When we first moved here in the early '70's the Smelt would run every year at this time. Families would gather nets and buckets, don rain gear and boots and head for the Sandy River where they would spend the day catching as many Smelt as law would allow. They knew a good meal was on the way. You will probably never taste a tastier fish fried up with potatoes and onion for breakfast. Oh my, my mouth is starting to water.
Anyway, what I didn't know is that since that time Smelt have become endangered, and that there has not been a Smelt run for 10 years. Sadly, I confess I have not given any thought to them and their plight for at least that long. So, when I saw the story over the weekend they are running I got excited, my ears 'perked' up and I stopped to see and listen to the story. There on a bridge was a lone figure, slowly walking toward the camera telling the Smelt story and showing pictures of happy families, and tiny silvery fish slithering through the crystal clear water. The in-studio anchor inquired if people had come out to enjoy the event and we were told a few families did, and they related stories from their childhoods and the joy the family outings brought them.
Way to go Smelt...I'm so happy and delighted you have grown in numbers and hope this once more will become an annual event, the run...not the breakfast.
Next, I can proudly say I have broken the 900 mark on Lumosity. My BPI (Brain Profile Index) has jumped two hundred points since I started playing the games in November. Sadly, there are no games for 'common sense' (giggle, giggle) so I suspect I will continue to do the nonsensical kinds of things I reported in yesterday's blog.
And finally...the moon...as I mentioned earlier in this blog I've lived here in the Pacific Northwest since the early '70's', and as you know the northwest is noted for its grey, gloomy, sullen skies and rain, by the bucket or the sprinkle. So, from November to March we do not have much opportunity to see the stars and the moon. This year was exceptional. I wish I had kept count, because I can't remember how many moons waxing, waning, and full I have seen over the last five months. Last night was outstanding! I stood mesmerized as the budding Mountain Ash tree silhouetted, turned the orb into a magical looking yellow crystal ball. Oh, the wonder. I love moments like that...silent, moon lit, the smell of daffodils on the chilly late night air. Breathe deeply friends, breathe deeply.
Okay, I guess I'm done. I think I had better sign off before Frankie sneaks into the room and reads this, since she thinks I'm a freaky optimist I'm sure she would have some great Frankie-isms to insert.
Have a great day folks. Spring has sprung!
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Life
Getting old is funny. I can't tell you how many times I have myself in stitches over the silly things I do.
A couple of days ago my phone rang, I picked up my cable remote and pointed it at the phone...Really?! Dumb, dumb, dumb.
And, of course there was the episode with the dog food. I gave that one to Frankie
...but we all know it was me that put that horrible hunk of meat in my mouth. It was awful. No wonder my dog drinks a lot of water, man that stuff was salty.
Oh, yesterday morning I had picked up the Peanut Butter toy and put it on the kitchen counter...then my mind wandered...somewhere...and a few minutes later I'm on my hands and knees in the living room looking for that darn toy. When I can't find it I decided to use the top of my poultry baster...I return to the kitchen and there on the counter I find the toy. Man, did I laugh. Not just because I had been hand and kneeing it, but because I had had this wonderful conversation with Zorro while I looked. He loves when I get down to his level.
I needed a new book of checks...I thought I had put a new one in the lock box so I would not have to open the safe, but it was not there. Of course I had to open the safe thinking my memory had played a trick on me and I would find the book there. Imagine my alarm, when the sequence of twenty-five numbers I needed was not there either. Was I going crazy? I don't know about you, but if anything financial is involved I tend to go a bit bonkers.
Imagine heavy breathing...and panic...where's my pills, where's my pills.
After spending quite a bit of time searching and re-searching places the checks might be, it finally occurs to me, maybe, just maybe I put the checks in my purse. Guess where they were? (Well, now that I think about it this was not so much funny.)
However, this morning's event was. I just about emptied the peanut butter jar, gave Zorro his morning dose and went to make the bed. My life is hum-de-dummmBing along, and I finally return to the kitchen. There in the sink sits the empty peanut butter jar. I take one last look inside to make sure I am not wasting one last smidgen. Yep, it looks like I might be able to scrape a little bit more on to a spoon.
So scrape I do. A thin layer of PB is stuck to the edge of the spoon. I bring that delightful morsel closer to my lips. Wait a minute, there's a kind of yellow film covering the peanut butter. WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?
Silly, silly, silly me...thank goodness I had my glasses on. Close inspection showed me I had totally forgotten I had squirted some liquid dish detergent into the jar to rinse it out to prepare it for recycle...how close was I to burping bubbles all morning? The thought of burping bubbles made me giggle and the giggles turned me into a cartoon character, and I envisioned myself walking through a park having conversations with furry creatures, all my words inside iridescent circles, popping hither any yon about a comic book page.
I'm telling you, old is funny. When you are in the process of reaching old, you are required to act and behave in a certain manner, otherwise they will haul you off to the loony-bin. But, when you're old, silly stuff happens...just about every day...it's best to get yourself an imaginary friend and blame the stuff on her, otherwise, you just might haul yourself off to a loony-bin. Picture that! TEE, Hee, hee.
A couple of days ago my phone rang, I picked up my cable remote and pointed it at the phone...Really?! Dumb, dumb, dumb.
And, of course there was the episode with the dog food. I gave that one to Frankie
...but we all know it was me that put that horrible hunk of meat in my mouth. It was awful. No wonder my dog drinks a lot of water, man that stuff was salty.
Oh, yesterday morning I had picked up the Peanut Butter toy and put it on the kitchen counter...then my mind wandered...somewhere...and a few minutes later I'm on my hands and knees in the living room looking for that darn toy. When I can't find it I decided to use the top of my poultry baster...I return to the kitchen and there on the counter I find the toy. Man, did I laugh. Not just because I had been hand and kneeing it, but because I had had this wonderful conversation with Zorro while I looked. He loves when I get down to his level.
I needed a new book of checks...I thought I had put a new one in the lock box so I would not have to open the safe, but it was not there. Of course I had to open the safe thinking my memory had played a trick on me and I would find the book there. Imagine my alarm, when the sequence of twenty-five numbers I needed was not there either. Was I going crazy? I don't know about you, but if anything financial is involved I tend to go a bit bonkers.
Imagine heavy breathing...and panic...where's my pills, where's my pills.
After spending quite a bit of time searching and re-searching places the checks might be, it finally occurs to me, maybe, just maybe I put the checks in my purse. Guess where they were? (Well, now that I think about it this was not so much funny.)
However, this morning's event was. I just about emptied the peanut butter jar, gave Zorro his morning dose and went to make the bed. My life is hum-de-dummmBing along, and I finally return to the kitchen. There in the sink sits the empty peanut butter jar. I take one last look inside to make sure I am not wasting one last smidgen. Yep, it looks like I might be able to scrape a little bit more on to a spoon.
So scrape I do. A thin layer of PB is stuck to the edge of the spoon. I bring that delightful morsel closer to my lips. Wait a minute, there's a kind of yellow film covering the peanut butter. WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?
Silly, silly, silly me...thank goodness I had my glasses on. Close inspection showed me I had totally forgotten I had squirted some liquid dish detergent into the jar to rinse it out to prepare it for recycle...how close was I to burping bubbles all morning? The thought of burping bubbles made me giggle and the giggles turned me into a cartoon character, and I envisioned myself walking through a park having conversations with furry creatures, all my words inside iridescent circles, popping hither any yon about a comic book page.
I'm telling you, old is funny. When you are in the process of reaching old, you are required to act and behave in a certain manner, otherwise they will haul you off to the loony-bin. But, when you're old, silly stuff happens...just about every day...it's best to get yourself an imaginary friend and blame the stuff on her, otherwise, you just might haul yourself off to a loony-bin. Picture that! TEE, Hee, hee.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Life is what we make it.
How did you Die
Edmund Vance Cooke
June 5,1866, December 18, 1932
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there -- that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts,
It's how did you fight -- and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
Half and half
As I walk into the kitchen Frankie 'clunks' one of our 'good' glass glasses onto the kitchen counter.
I glare at her, "Hey, be careful, that will break."
She waves my comment off, reaches into a drawer, extracts a pork chop...er...chop stick and proceeds to use it as a teacher would a pointer.
Frankie: "Is this glass half full or half empty?" The liquid in the glass is jiggling about.
Ah-ha, I see where this is going, she wants to play mind games. Okay, I'm up for this. I seriously, silently, study the liquid in the glass. I lean in really close. I wiggle the glass, the liquid again jiggles about. (Oh, I want to giggle sooo bad.) As soon as the liquid stops moving, I announce in my most serious voice: "Both."
I turn to leave the room. I hear Frankie's breath explode from her mouth in a rush of frustration.
(Don't laugh I tell myself...don't laugh.)
Frankie grabs my arm. "No, seriously, is it half full or half empty."
Again I reply, "Both."
She rushes to the sink and pours the liquid out. "What is the glass now?" She inquires.
Me: "Empty."
She returns to the sink and fills up the glass up to the rim. "What is the glass now?"
Me: "Full."
Next she dumps half the liquid out of the glass "... and, now?" She is waving the chop stick up and down the outside of the glass.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. Calmly, studiously, I reply, "Both." I'm really bugging Frankie and I'm having the time of my life.
Her face is getting red, the veins becoming pronounced, I swear I see steam coming from her ears. I guess I better reply with one or the other answers.
"Okay," I reply, "the glass is half full. You happy now?"
She is totally deflated, I had spoiled her moment. However, in 'plucky' style, she forges ahead.
Frankie: "I knew it. I knew it. You are not just an optimist...you are the ultimate of optimists. You are the most disgusting ultimate of the ultimate optimists."
Me: "Wow, that's pretty harsh."
Frankie: "You have to admit, you always tend to find something good in every bad situation. How can you constantly do that?"
I have to admit I don't know how I do that. And, time and time again over the years I have had people say to me they think I live in a 'rose colored' world and that it is not a healthy place to live. They point out that people in a 'rose colored' world have no grasp on reality, are blind to the world 'ugly'...hunger, poverty, political unrest, gun violence, illegal aliens, me-ism, terminal illness, bully-ism.'
Oh, I'm aware, believe me, I'm aware. It isn't that I don't have every day annoyances, I do. I dislike 'spam' phone calls and the fact the 'no call' list does not work. I become annoyed when people pay more attention to their electronic devices than the conversation we are having, I dislike the way the media portrays stories to reflect their opinions of the news rather that present it. Yes, every day I could be on a soapbox, shouting about the ugly...hunger, poverty, political unrest, gun violence, illegal aliens, me-ism, terminal illness, bully-ism. I could kick and scream, even get arrested if I so desired. But, here's the thing. I KNOW I CANNOT SINGLE HANDED, MAKE WORLD UGLY GO AWAY. And, since most of the world is only too eager to publicly present their 'glass as half empty' views, and even more eager to grab an AK-47 and tell the world about it, I choose a different approach.
KNOWING that things can and probably will get much, much worse, I could buy myself a bunch of weapons, become a recluse, and hang a 'I hate the world' sign on my front door. But, (and here's what keeps me going) I also know and believe things could and hopefully will get much, much better, so it is I choose to spread a little compassion, love and joy in my own peculiar way. I will give you a smile, open a door for you, say hello as you walk by my house. I will rescue an insect, try to save an injured bird and other defenceless creatures too, for that matter. I will invite you in if you are cold and wet. I will make you tea or coffee...and a sandwich if you are hungry.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I will be cautious, intuition being what it is...so if the hair on the nape of my neck stands up, I might hand my phone out the door for you to use, or make that tea or coffee 'to go'. But, none the less, I will extend you a helping, loving hand. I think we could and would make the world a better place if we all did 'little acts of kindnesses', don't you?
I believe there's a lot to be said for optimism, if you don't look at a rose colored world, at least buy rose colored frames. By the way Frankie, your glass of liquid is not exactly at the half way mark...go fill it up a bit.
I glare at her, "Hey, be careful, that will break."
She waves my comment off, reaches into a drawer, extracts a pork chop...er...chop stick and proceeds to use it as a teacher would a pointer.
Frankie: "Is this glass half full or half empty?" The liquid in the glass is jiggling about.
Ah-ha, I see where this is going, she wants to play mind games. Okay, I'm up for this. I seriously, silently, study the liquid in the glass. I lean in really close. I wiggle the glass, the liquid again jiggles about. (Oh, I want to giggle sooo bad.) As soon as the liquid stops moving, I announce in my most serious voice: "Both."
I turn to leave the room. I hear Frankie's breath explode from her mouth in a rush of frustration.
(Don't laugh I tell myself...don't laugh.)
Frankie grabs my arm. "No, seriously, is it half full or half empty."
Again I reply, "Both."
She rushes to the sink and pours the liquid out. "What is the glass now?" She inquires.
Me: "Empty."
She returns to the sink and fills up the glass up to the rim. "What is the glass now?"
Me: "Full."
Next she dumps half the liquid out of the glass "... and, now?" She is waving the chop stick up and down the outside of the glass.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. Calmly, studiously, I reply, "Both." I'm really bugging Frankie and I'm having the time of my life.
Her face is getting red, the veins becoming pronounced, I swear I see steam coming from her ears. I guess I better reply with one or the other answers.
"Okay," I reply, "the glass is half full. You happy now?"
She is totally deflated, I had spoiled her moment. However, in 'plucky' style, she forges ahead.
Frankie: "I knew it. I knew it. You are not just an optimist...you are the ultimate of optimists. You are the most disgusting ultimate of the ultimate optimists."
Me: "Wow, that's pretty harsh."
Frankie: "You have to admit, you always tend to find something good in every bad situation. How can you constantly do that?"
I have to admit I don't know how I do that. And, time and time again over the years I have had people say to me they think I live in a 'rose colored' world and that it is not a healthy place to live. They point out that people in a 'rose colored' world have no grasp on reality, are blind to the world 'ugly'...hunger, poverty, political unrest, gun violence, illegal aliens, me-ism, terminal illness, bully-ism.'
Oh, I'm aware, believe me, I'm aware. It isn't that I don't have every day annoyances, I do. I dislike 'spam' phone calls and the fact the 'no call' list does not work. I become annoyed when people pay more attention to their electronic devices than the conversation we are having, I dislike the way the media portrays stories to reflect their opinions of the news rather that present it. Yes, every day I could be on a soapbox, shouting about the ugly...hunger, poverty, political unrest, gun violence, illegal aliens, me-ism, terminal illness, bully-ism. I could kick and scream, even get arrested if I so desired. But, here's the thing. I KNOW I CANNOT SINGLE HANDED, MAKE WORLD UGLY GO AWAY. And, since most of the world is only too eager to publicly present their 'glass as half empty' views, and even more eager to grab an AK-47 and tell the world about it, I choose a different approach.
KNOWING that things can and probably will get much, much worse, I could buy myself a bunch of weapons, become a recluse, and hang a 'I hate the world' sign on my front door. But, (and here's what keeps me going) I also know and believe things could and hopefully will get much, much better, so it is I choose to spread a little compassion, love and joy in my own peculiar way. I will give you a smile, open a door for you, say hello as you walk by my house. I will rescue an insect, try to save an injured bird and other defenceless creatures too, for that matter. I will invite you in if you are cold and wet. I will make you tea or coffee...and a sandwich if you are hungry.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I will be cautious, intuition being what it is...so if the hair on the nape of my neck stands up, I might hand my phone out the door for you to use, or make that tea or coffee 'to go'. But, none the less, I will extend you a helping, loving hand. I think we could and would make the world a better place if we all did 'little acts of kindnesses', don't you?
I believe there's a lot to be said for optimism, if you don't look at a rose colored world, at least buy rose colored frames. By the way Frankie, your glass of liquid is not exactly at the half way mark...go fill it up a bit.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Fate and destiny
I could tell there was something on Frankie’s mind this morning. She was walking around in a kind of 'trance' state. I asked her if there was anything she wanted to talk about, but she said ‘no’, so I came into the office and went to work. Some time later Frankie appeared at the office door.
She cleared her throat and asked, "What's destiny?
Me: "I don't know...maybe something that's meant to happen.?" My answer was more like a question.
Frankie: "Then, what's fate?"
Me: "I guess the way something happens.?" Again, my answer was more like a question.
Uh-oh, Frankie has that 'Bonnie look' on her face so I know this will not be resolved until we check out the Big Book. I flip the pages of the dictionary to the page with Destiny on it and read.
DESTINY:
Destiny suggests something that has been ordered in advance and often suggests a great or noble course, (the destiny of this great country). Fate suggests an unavoidable and unusually unfortunate ending, (his fate was to die unhappy).
1: Something to which a person or thing is destined: fortune (wants to control his own destiny)
DESTINY:
Destiny suggests something that has been ordered in advance and often suggests a great or noble course, (the destiny of this great country). Fate suggests an unavoidable and unusually unfortunate ending, (his fate was to die unhappy).
1: Something to which a person or thing is destined: fortune (wants to control his own destiny)
2: A predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency
Synonyms: fate, circumstance, doom, fortunate, kismet, lot, portion
Synonyms: fate, circumstance, doom, fortunate, kismet, lot, portion
FATE:
1: The will or principle or determining cause by which things in general are believed to come to be as they are or events to happen as they do.
Her face almost dropped to the floor. Obviously these explanations did not please her.
Frankie: "Gosh, it sounds like destiny and fate are generally not good things.”
I whirl around in my office chair, and try to read her troubled face. "Come on 'Suzy Sunshine', think of the right thing to say."
Me: "No, no, no...destiny and fate can be very, very good. Look at it this way, destiny brought us together, it was fate that provided the medium in which that happened. In this case friends on Facebook. Or, fate knocked on my door (Facebook), and I opened it. You were there, I invited you in, and we are destined to be together. Kind of connected at the hip."
My little sermon worked. Her face brightened, she actually hugged me, and left the room.
A few minutes later she was back with a warm English muffin. "Destiny led me to the kitchen; fate wants you to have this."
I love Frankie, thank you so much Facebook friends, Greg Twila and their friend, Willie.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Whew
Man, I've been busy. If you asked me what I have been doing, I think it would take days to tell all about it. I get dizzy just contemplating everything.
Mostly it's been the taxes. Oh, mercy me, those dang taxes. I figured them out three ways from Sunday and eventually figured out the simple straight 1040 was the best way to go. No matter what way I did them they all came out with the same answer, I don't owe, but I don't get a refund either. Frankly, I'm not sure I even did them correctly this year, but to the best of my knowledge I think I got all the figures in the right places. I'm going to put the returns in the mail today. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
I still have a lot of filing to do, but once that is done I think things will slow down a bit and I can get back into a normal routine.
Then I had a doctor's appointment on Monday morning. I hate doctoring, but after I got a message from her stating there was a new policy that she could not renew my prescriptions until I came to see her...necessity over took, and I paid her a visit. Of course, my blood pressure was up...not 'badly' up, but up. So, after I had been sitting for a while the nurse came in and took it again...by now it had returned to normal. By the way, did you know, or were you ever told not to cross your legs while you are having your pressure taken? I learned that Monday...how come nobody ever told me that before. I always sit cross legged, mostly because my feet don't touch the floor in most chairs.
Oh, and I've shrunk 3/4 of an inch...Dang...no wonder I look like a turkey in my new suit...Baaa, haaa, haa, tee, hee. hee. Yep, it's official...I'm under five feet tall. Shoot.
Also, I've been spending tons of hours working as well, I've made several new items for my Zazzle site, expanding into decorator pillows, wall hangings, and a few days ago a water bottle. Often I'm still at the computer at 3 A of M, after I promised you and myself I was not going to do that any more.
Plus, In November I joined a web site called Lumosity, it is a site dedicated to increasing your brain function by playing games. I have to say it has been helpful, and my Brain Profile Index (BPI) has increased from the low seven hundreds to a little over nine hundred. As you move through the process the games become more difficult. Each day the site gives you a set of five games to play, I diligently play them...whether I like them or not. They know the ones that give a person trouble so of course those are the ones a person gets. Every day, I shudder what games will be there, and moan once I see what they are. I especially hate the math games...so far they have been games I can handle, but oh my, some of the ones to come?????
There are two that cause me particular trouble. One has to do with jigsaw puzzle pieces, colors, shapes, horizontal and vertical activity all at once. the other is kind of like playing a pinball machine. The screen shows where the bumpers are, then they disappear and you have to remember where they were and shoot the ball the direction you 'think' the bumpers were so you can make the correct shot. I always get a little message that says (in effect)...'well, that was a little hard old woman...let's go back a bit'...how embarrassing.
Then, there is Bible study, and a front yard project going on that requires I move about a hundred concrete blocks. I asked my gardener to do it, and he said he would, but after the third request, without any action from him, I've decided to tackle the project myself. I think I'm doing a pretty good job, working between rain drops, and free time I think the job should be done by September. LOL. LOL. LOL.
So, there you have it the reasons I have not been able to blog as frequently as I would like. I'm hoping I can get back on track soon. Thanks for hanging in there with me.
I love you guys.
Mostly it's been the taxes. Oh, mercy me, those dang taxes. I figured them out three ways from Sunday and eventually figured out the simple straight 1040 was the best way to go. No matter what way I did them they all came out with the same answer, I don't owe, but I don't get a refund either. Frankly, I'm not sure I even did them correctly this year, but to the best of my knowledge I think I got all the figures in the right places. I'm going to put the returns in the mail today. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
I still have a lot of filing to do, but once that is done I think things will slow down a bit and I can get back into a normal routine.
Then I had a doctor's appointment on Monday morning. I hate doctoring, but after I got a message from her stating there was a new policy that she could not renew my prescriptions until I came to see her...necessity over took, and I paid her a visit. Of course, my blood pressure was up...not 'badly' up, but up. So, after I had been sitting for a while the nurse came in and took it again...by now it had returned to normal. By the way, did you know, or were you ever told not to cross your legs while you are having your pressure taken? I learned that Monday...how come nobody ever told me that before. I always sit cross legged, mostly because my feet don't touch the floor in most chairs.
Oh, and I've shrunk 3/4 of an inch...Dang...no wonder I look like a turkey in my new suit...Baaa, haaa, haa, tee, hee. hee. Yep, it's official...I'm under five feet tall. Shoot.
Also, I've been spending tons of hours working as well, I've made several new items for my Zazzle site, expanding into decorator pillows, wall hangings, and a few days ago a water bottle. Often I'm still at the computer at 3 A of M, after I promised you and myself I was not going to do that any more.
Plus, In November I joined a web site called Lumosity, it is a site dedicated to increasing your brain function by playing games. I have to say it has been helpful, and my Brain Profile Index (BPI) has increased from the low seven hundreds to a little over nine hundred. As you move through the process the games become more difficult. Each day the site gives you a set of five games to play, I diligently play them...whether I like them or not. They know the ones that give a person trouble so of course those are the ones a person gets. Every day, I shudder what games will be there, and moan once I see what they are. I especially hate the math games...so far they have been games I can handle, but oh my, some of the ones to come?????
There are two that cause me particular trouble. One has to do with jigsaw puzzle pieces, colors, shapes, horizontal and vertical activity all at once. the other is kind of like playing a pinball machine. The screen shows where the bumpers are, then they disappear and you have to remember where they were and shoot the ball the direction you 'think' the bumpers were so you can make the correct shot. I always get a little message that says (in effect)...'well, that was a little hard old woman...let's go back a bit'...how embarrassing.
Then, there is Bible study, and a front yard project going on that requires I move about a hundred concrete blocks. I asked my gardener to do it, and he said he would, but after the third request, without any action from him, I've decided to tackle the project myself. I think I'm doing a pretty good job, working between rain drops, and free time I think the job should be done by September. LOL. LOL. LOL.
So, there you have it the reasons I have not been able to blog as frequently as I would like. I'm hoping I can get back on track soon. Thanks for hanging in there with me.
I love you guys.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
It happened again.
This morning I awoke with a song stuck in my head.
I truly do hate when that happens, and in the days before I got my computer sometimes it would take me all day to figure out all the lyrics that were missing either from the verse or the chorus....oh...I guess songs today don't have chorus'. Anyway...this morning a short children's song was stuck in my head, slowly rolling along like a bowling ball going down the gutter...thump, thump, thump...thump, thump, thump.
The song is called, Soft Kitty. I heard it for the first time in my life a short time ago when I started watching the show "The Big Bang Theory". Sheldon was sick with a cold and he asked Penny to sing it to him because it is what his mommy did when he got sick as a child. Penny reluctantly agreed to sing the song...while...by the way...rubbing his chest with a well known 'rub'.
She did not know the words so he sang it first to her. Her first attempt did not go well, and making a very uncomfortable situation even worse, she had to 'start from the top'.
This morning, I happened to recall that episode, and that charming little ditty came into my mind.
Soft Kitty
Soft kitty,
Warm kitty,
Little ball of fur.
???????????
????????
Da Da kitty,
Da Da kitty,
Purr, purr, purr.
Damn it!
Over and over again I tried to recall the rest of that song. I have since heard it a few more times on the show...it's a simple little rhyme, why can't I recall the words.
I fed my furry friends, Soft kitty...
I fixed myself a cup of coffee, Warm kitty...
I let the dog out, Little ball of fur....
I let the dog in, Da, da, kitty...
Damn it!
I proceeded with other chores, trying desperately to push this song out of my head, nothing worked.
Finally, I sat down at the computer, went on the Web, and there it was...Soft kitty...word for word. I learned the original title is 'Warm Kitty' and it was written by Edith Newlin. You have no idea how delighted I was. I sang the entire song note for note, word for word in my head...then I sang it out loud...then I found the scene from the show on You Tube and watched that. DE-lightful.
Now I can go on with my day and sing this little melody anytime I want. Funny, though, it is already slipping away.
Soft kitty,
Warm kitty,
Little ball of fur.....
.......
.......
Oh, no, you're going to have to finish this one for yourself.
I truly do hate when that happens, and in the days before I got my computer sometimes it would take me all day to figure out all the lyrics that were missing either from the verse or the chorus....oh...I guess songs today don't have chorus'. Anyway...this morning a short children's song was stuck in my head, slowly rolling along like a bowling ball going down the gutter...thump, thump, thump...thump, thump, thump.
The song is called, Soft Kitty. I heard it for the first time in my life a short time ago when I started watching the show "The Big Bang Theory". Sheldon was sick with a cold and he asked Penny to sing it to him because it is what his mommy did when he got sick as a child. Penny reluctantly agreed to sing the song...while...by the way...rubbing his chest with a well known 'rub'.
She did not know the words so he sang it first to her. Her first attempt did not go well, and making a very uncomfortable situation even worse, she had to 'start from the top'.
This morning, I happened to recall that episode, and that charming little ditty came into my mind.
Soft Kitty
Soft kitty,
Warm kitty,
Little ball of fur.
???????????
????????
Da Da kitty,
Da Da kitty,
Purr, purr, purr.
Damn it!
Over and over again I tried to recall the rest of that song. I have since heard it a few more times on the show...it's a simple little rhyme, why can't I recall the words.
I fed my furry friends, Soft kitty...
I fixed myself a cup of coffee, Warm kitty...
I let the dog out, Little ball of fur....
I let the dog in, Da, da, kitty...
Damn it!
I proceeded with other chores, trying desperately to push this song out of my head, nothing worked.
Finally, I sat down at the computer, went on the Web, and there it was...Soft kitty...word for word. I learned the original title is 'Warm Kitty' and it was written by Edith Newlin. You have no idea how delighted I was. I sang the entire song note for note, word for word in my head...then I sang it out loud...then I found the scene from the show on You Tube and watched that. DE-lightful.
Now I can go on with my day and sing this little melody anytime I want. Funny, though, it is already slipping away.
Soft kitty,
Warm kitty,
Little ball of fur.....
.......
.......
Oh, no, you're going to have to finish this one for yourself.
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