Songs of the evening
I don’t want to study
Do dah
Do dah
I don’t want to stu-udy
Oh de do dah day!
Yeah...that about sums it up.
Plus...Keep grandma in your prayers. Today wasn't the best day for her. She's now on antibiotics for a couple of different infections, isn't breathing the best, and is sick of hospital food!
On a more happy or interesting note: while walking home from a chat with a friend, I noticed that I wasn't alone on the road (it was after dark, but I live in a pretty good neighbourhood), he was on his cellphone, which is how I noticed at first. Then we drew closer and he started to whistle. Now the only thing that came into my mind at that point is "how in the world am I scaring him? I'm carrying a small carton of milk and don't look all that big and frightening..."
Now, why would I think that, you say? It goes back to The King and I (Rodgers & Hammerstein)-- the whistling song...
Whenever I feel afraid
I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune
So no one will suspect
I'm afraid.
...especially this verse:
I whistle a happy tune
And ev'ry single time
The happiness in the tune
Convinces me that I'm not afraid
etc...
Yes, I'm silly, and I shouldn't be walking home alone in the dark, I know...but I was two streets from home when Erin and I had to go our separate ways, and I do feel pretty safe, especially with prayers soaring heavenward as I go! That's all folks...so although I don't want to study, I find, with only a day left for studying, that I must. Tomorrow looks like a day to memorize...such fun! (DSM IV...argh!)
Do dah
Do dah
I don’t want to stu-udy
Oh de do dah day!
Yeah...that about sums it up.
Plus...Keep grandma in your prayers. Today wasn't the best day for her. She's now on antibiotics for a couple of different infections, isn't breathing the best, and is sick of hospital food!
On a more happy or interesting note: while walking home from a chat with a friend, I noticed that I wasn't alone on the road (it was after dark, but I live in a pretty good neighbourhood), he was on his cellphone, which is how I noticed at first. Then we drew closer and he started to whistle. Now the only thing that came into my mind at that point is "how in the world am I scaring him? I'm carrying a small carton of milk and don't look all that big and frightening..."
Now, why would I think that, you say? It goes back to The King and I (Rodgers & Hammerstein)-- the whistling song...
Whenever I feel afraid
I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune
So no one will suspect
I'm afraid.
...especially this verse:
I whistle a happy tune
And ev'ry single time
The happiness in the tune
Convinces me that I'm not afraid
etc...
Yes, I'm silly, and I shouldn't be walking home alone in the dark, I know...but I was two streets from home when Erin and I had to go our separate ways, and I do feel pretty safe, especially with prayers soaring heavenward as I go! That's all folks...so although I don't want to study, I find, with only a day left for studying, that I must. Tomorrow looks like a day to memorize...such fun! (DSM IV...argh!)
4 Comments:
Once I sang that song in the Kiwanis (sp?) festival in Owen Sound. Also, I think that all of Naomi's blogland should know of my extraordinarily wonderful whistling abilities. That's all. And I walked home in the dark too.
She's right...she can whistle...
and do some crazy-nuts stuff with her whistle too...but I bet some of that came from listening to Roger Whittaker as a child, and the flute playing she has done.
Back to the books!
yesterday evening was a pleasant evening to walk about... even if it was dark! (no rain at least)
Whistling is hard for me. I can never get a good sound! Maybe that guy was just trying to show off. =o)
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