singalong

Many thanks for the good wishes and thoughts in Blatherchat and by e-mail about my dad; they're much appreciated. Dad spent most of yesterday in the hospital being poked and prodded and measured and stabbed with needles. They still don't know what's wrong, and he's coming back for three sets of visits (internal medicine dept, cardiorespirator department, and ultrasound) to the hospital in March for still more tests. Keep your fingers crossed for us, thanks.

The photo at the top of the page is of young Casey Kwinn. I'm a non-parent by choice, but I do confess a secret fascination with babies. I love their smooth skin, their miniature digits, their milky comfort-smell (after they've been changed, that is). There's nothing like holding a sleeping baby to make you forget about all your other worries, at least temporarily. And they're so completely trusting. I love this photo of Casey...thanks to Beckett for permission to post it.

Almost makes me want to have one of my own.


I'm going to the Singalong Sound of Music next month with Craig, Doug, and some other friends. I'm super-excited! For those that aren't familiar with this quality musical extravaganza, it's basically a showing of Roger & Hammerstein's Sound of Music, except that people sing along on the musical bits (apparently there are subtitles for those who don't know all the words). Some people get dressed up in costume. I believe there are other props involved, but I might be wrong.

I think I might go in costume. What the heck...I figure I might as well go all the way. Though Kate Parkinson already went in the best costume ("a brown paper parcel tied up in string").

Have you been to a Singalong Sound of Music? If so, please do post your comments in Blatherchat. How did you like it? Do you have any advice for someone going for the first time?

Jeff, of course, would rather be locked in a closet and forced to listen to The Best Of ABBA for 48 hours straight than go to something like this.

I think I'm going to start singing "Edelweiss" into his ear every night before he falls asleep.

And I was just kidding about wanting to have a child of my own. That was just for a chortle as I imagined Jeff going into paroxyms of horror when he reads my Blatherings at work.