9:35am – Morning rambles

PROVE IT, HERMY……

Thus far, it is a good morning.  I have a feeling this is going to be a good day, in spite of being ugly and rainy outside.

My Mikey is still asleep, and I am listening to some of my own songs on the computer….it’s been a while since I took in the range of what I can do, performance-wise.

It’s amusing, to me, that each person who lives within me, with possible exception of Thelma, has his or her own unique musical sound, both in composed music and in vocal style.  I, Jack, run the gamut of styles and emotions.  Barbara has a softer style and voice, and when she cries during a song, her voice turns rather husky.  Betty’s voice is STRONG.  It rarely fluctuates, but her performances can be effective, even though she’s the least artistically expressive of us.  Piers…..that boy is something!  He writes and sings in a preachy, in-your-face, look at how I am and weep style.  He is hostile about intrusions in our ways of life, and he lets it out in music really effectively.  Louis has revealed a surprising capability to stay on-key, and he sings softly right now, afraid of criticism.  He tried singing for My Mikey the other day, and he put a little lung behind it for one number.  Usually, hearing songs we loved as a child brings out Louis to whisper along with.  Louis really misses the old days.  Thelma has decided she should record Eartha’s song “Where Is My Man”.  That ought to be a trip!  Jacky doesn’t really seem as interested in singing, though I’m sure he can.

I was crying earlier…happy tears.  Loretta Lynn won two Grammys this year, and I had absolutely no idea until just a while ago!  She is my absolute favorite country singer, and I was so proud when I read about it.  The CMA did a beautiful tribute to her when she received the Johnny Cash Visionary Award.  They have an online clip of the tribute, and it’s what brought me to tears this time.

So the day begins.

Lola is home sick today.  She is on her time of the month, and things are NOT going well, which has me worried.  She won’t get her silly ass to the doctor, and I think we’re going to have to drag her to the hospital.  I think she’s afraid she has cancer.  Likewise, I am afraid.  I have gained back 30 of the lost pounds, but I only show it mainly in my face.  I can still wear the clothes that were previously too small, so I’m afraid I may be packing a tumor inside or something.  That would explain my chronically upset digestive system, I guess.  I hope to God I’m not, but if I am, I’ll deal with it.  I haven’t carried on thus far to pack it in now!!!!!

I’m sure we’ll have our share of adventures today, as we usually manage, in our possibly-low-key-sometimes way.  An appreciation of the absurd is a necessity to survive in this household!!!!

Wish us luck, and thank you for sharing in our life!

My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack