Beneath the Wraps

We have had wild weather all the way around.  Mostly rain.  But it snowed on I5 between Canyonville and Azaelea.  I got pictures on the way down to Medford.  When we returned, the snow was gone.

            I’m guessing that before Jenna was born she had learned the words and notes to music of many authors and artists and carried it with her when she came to earth. When she was inside of me I would put headphones over my belly and play songs for her, mostly classical or primary songs. She seemed to enjoy them. And after she was born, I would sing to her.   I would sing songs about whatever toy she was holding or whatever picture we were looking at.   For example, I would sing “You’re a Grand Old Flag” whenever I caught her looking at the flag on my tee shirt.   Or I would point to the animals on her teething ring and sing songs about each animal if I could think of one. I don’t know why it surprises me whenever Jenna sings along with a song that is decades older than she is.   I caught her singing along with Sam Cooke last night and asked, “How do you know this?”   She had...

           I know a post exists somewhere about how much Jenna loved the hymn book when she was younger.   Before she could speak she would treat books with respect and turn the pages.   But she never studied them quite like she would the hymn book.   Somehow the written music fascinated her.           On Tuesday I went to the band room (which isn’t normally a part of the aide’s agenda) and the instructor drew some notes on the board and added a tie.   I smiled at the memory of Jenna, when after she was talking, asked me why there were so many smiley faces in the hymn book.             In Myrtle Creek, the music teacher teaches three courses at the high school and ends his day teaching three courses at the middle school.   I would assume he gets to eat lunch sometime between.  

             I have noticed orange diamond shaped signs indicating construction.   At first I noticed them posted near unpaved streets figuring that perhaps they were being paved – although it seems to be an unrealistic thing at this time of the year now that I think about it.   But that is what I had thought initially.             This morning I heard what sounded like power drill noises.   What the heck?   I didn’t even check my window.   90% of the time I look for a source to match a sound, I don’t see anything.             I had a dentist appointment at 10:00.   It wasn’t until I left the house that I noticed the orange signs were on our street.   Why?   What are they doing?   Why are they making so much noise?   that's our house btw taken from our driveway It ...

“Fairy tales can come true It can happen to you              if you're young at heart” Each morning, for the last three days, that song has been playing in my head.   I don’t know why.   I don’t know if it was part of the bizarre dream that I posted on Monday or if I came up with it after I got out of bed.   It wouldn’t be so bad if I knew the words to the entire song instead of the same 15 words over and over . . . though sometimes “And if you should survive to a hundred and five” again, just one line.   I copied all the lyrics for the song that Frank Sinatra had sung.   But I haven’t committed any of it to memory except for what I have shared in this post.  

I thought I would share some thoughts on the bizarre dream that I had this morning – though many of the details were already gone before Roland requested that I make pancakes – and then chop up some vegetables for the meatball stew . . . “I’m not even dressed yet!” I thought.  After all I had mentioned that I had two hours before I would leave for work and that I needed to take a shower.  Thus this post has been put on the back burner.  So do I start with the dream or the cake?            I took pictures of the cake that we made on Saturday.  Jenna had done the entire cake part by herself and I frosted it and poured over coconut.  The intention was not for the purpose of giving the appearance of a giant snowball, but that is what I thought it looked like:           So moving on to the dream which took place sometime between 3 and 6 this morning....

            We have not adopted a celebration tradition for Martin Luther King Jr. Day – though Jenna did have a nice suggestion:   watch Tangled because there’s that song “I have a dream” – only we couldn’t seem to find our copy of Tangled and the Myrtle Creek library doesn’t even carry anything that recent.               We had three bananas that were somewhere between brown and black.   I planned to purchase some vanilla ice cream to make smoothies or banana ice cream.   This would be in honor of “milk” day as my niece had initially thought MLK to be.   I had told reader’s to refer to her blog in this post, but alas, she has made it private and so no one will have that opportunity anymore (including me).             Roland suggested we play Monopoly – and though it’s not mine nor Jenna’...