Singing in the Rain (OK, it was not exactly the rain, but kind of)
Can I say it was wonderful to shower and dress today. What day is it? How long have I been in bed? Apparently, not long enough! I have zero stamina. Forget that, I have zero energy. I have not been able to sing for over a week. I was reluctant to try. I could not resist. I am a shower singer and the moist air did help my vocal chords.
I began with:
“Its going to take some time this time, to get myself in shape… (Carol King 1971 and The Carpenters 1972)
slid into
“Music is playing inside my head
Over and over and over again
My friend, there’s no end
to the music…
Ah, summer is over
But the music keeps playing
And won’t let the cold get me down…”
(Carol King 1972)
Then..
“Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things, not bad
Sing of happy, not sad.
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Don’t worry that it’s not good enough
for anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song.
Sing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love there could be
Sing for you and for me.
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Don’t worry that it’s not good enough
for anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song.”
(The Carpenters 1973)
Kind of funny, those are not the ones I usually sing in the shower. The came out when I was a sophomore, junior, and senior in high school. Well, that is what came out today. In the end, singing felt good and I did not care if anyone else could hear. I showered and sang, donned clean clothes, and washed my sheets. As revitalizing as it was, I was not up for more than 20 minutes. I had to rest on an unmade bed. There is hope. I opened the curtains and could see the clear expanse across the lake to the mountains to the west. I breathed it in and had to rest again.