Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Last night, I griped to my Patient Husband that I keep getting the second movement of Beethoven’s Ninth running through my head, the part they call the sylvan sprite dance. (Well, some people call it that.) “And,” I added, “the…
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Kiddo#1 was laughing so hard, he demanded I play it again. I’m worried about what happens if Kiddo#2 sees it. Have a Merry Christmas!
Remember Kiddo#2 and her revised Ode to Joy? She comes by it honestly. My Patient Husband and I were cleaning the kitchen when someone mentioned candy canes. Kiddo#1 added, “Jessica was a candy cane in the Christmas Play.” I was…
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Despite objections in the previous segment, I still believe Beethoven would blow his stack at my children’s rewording the Ode to Joy, but I’ve been assured Mozart would laugh himself silly if he heard my kids barking Eine Kleine Nachtmusik….
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To recap: I’ve always loved music. I lived in my walkman as a teenager and used those songs to express and expand what I was feeling. But I’ve never been good enough with an instrument to prevent listeners’ ears from…
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A commentor asked why I don’t just give up violin and take up guitar. Cue long-winded response: I love music and always have. Making it…? Not so much. I’m like someone who loves cakes, reads about cakes, talks about cakes,…
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I don’t exactly “play” the violin. To be more accurate, what I do is I “torture” it. I took violin lessons for two or three years as a kid. At the end of that, I realized that without private lessons…
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Continuing with my complaints about Christmas, I have a real problem with Christmas carols You’re going to ask, “Why, Jane?” In the past we would start hearing them at Thanksgiving. Some radio stations began a non-stop Christmas music program at…
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