Cute Little Playground

Walking to Julie's yesterday, I took a back way, winding behind buildings and mosey-ing along. And was brought up short by a sudden onslaught of mint green and bubblegum pink. Stopped. Looked. And saw this freshly-painted playground. It was downright cute...if a bit much; very nicely done, though. The somewhat fluorescent green fake fern, though, in the mint green planter was a bit painful to look at.


I finally caved and watched the Susan Boyle thing this morning- someone had it on their computer. Yes, she's good. In fact, she has a beautiful voice. What do you think- Is she good enough to make the Big Time? If she does, will it be worth it? (To me, the lady seems quite happy, sweet and fine just as she is; think she can stay that way?)And- when I checked my email and Blog feeds just now, I learned of a death, a heartattack and a stroke, all among old friends and acquaintances in IN. And a 60th wedding anniversary in WI. Life- it never stops making you catch your breath...


it when we were kids... in fact, I remember they used to sing a heap of stuff. Singing was part of growing up at our house and we loved it!Actually, at our house, the singing was with gusto, enjoyment... and sometimes quietly, too.I remember Mom washing dishes with a hymn book propped up on the window sill in front of her, singing away. I think she sang nearly all the time, no matter what she was doing... or at least it seems that way to me. Lots of hymns, but also other stuff. She knew Forever in Blue Jeans- only we used to clown around and sing Reverand Blue Jeans.


I remember Dad singing and singing and singing. He taught us stuff like: The Battle of New Orleans; Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka-dot Bikini; The Flying Purple People-Eater; Roy Orbison, Johnny Horton, The Beatles...and a whole host of other stuff. Anything from the 50's and 60's that I know I most likely heard from Dad first. I remember how he sang Puff the Magic Dragon- he caressed each note with his voice; can't really describe it, I guess, but I loved that song then and still do. He played the harmonica a lot, too; I'm still convinced that he could play anything he wanted to on that baby... maybe I'm wrong but it sure seemed like it! Dad- teach me to play the harmonica!