It started in kindergarten with pens and ink pots and blotting paper. Since then I've loved writing. Transferring the noise in my head to paper calms the chaos. If a worthwhile thought occasionally emerges, I'll keep it here with memories, stories and other random trivia, of interest mainly to myself and, with a bit of luck, to the odd passerby.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
I'm Just a Woman in a Big Empty House
I'm usually quite content with silence, but, while making pancakes this morning, I thought I'd liven things up with a little music......and maybe shake the YB [home for the w.e.] from his slumbers. So I put on the Moody Blues and cranked the volume. To the frenetic strains of "I'm just a Singer in a Rock and Roll Band " I poured and flipped. While waiting for bubbles, I boogied around the kitchen, singing along and waving my microphone [aka my spatula]. Not a stir from the sleeping giant. It wasn't until I switched to the mournful and beautiful "Songs from a Secret Garden" that he came stumbling out to the kitchen to know what all the caterwauling was about. Go figure.
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2 comments:
Oh Molly, I had forgotten about the Moody Blues!
One of our friends just loved them, always think of him when I hear them.
Yes, our young waste chunks of their lives in their beds.
But I was never a 'morning person' when young. Am now, & not just out of necessity!
Caterwauling! LOL. A can sleep through four kids, but I think caterwauling would do me in, too.
I am cheering for you in the NaBloPoMo. I am enjoying your blog and will be reading each day after I make my own post. Keep it up.
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