In my previous post I mentioned I love music. I would like
to add that I really like almost any kind. I was raised on a mixture of
classical (from my dad and mom), sixties and seventies (from my older brother),
and a bit of country thrown in (from my friends). I admit that some of the rap
and hip hop music I could do without. But there is that certain beat...
Here's a picture of my daughter's boyfriend of three years.
His name is Slay. He is awesome. So awesome, in fact, that I am letting him
take over half of my garage to turn into a shop. He's fixing up his 1947 Dodge
pickup truck, and also just finished putting together an old Yamaha motorcycle.
Slay is clean, keeps his workspace organized (more organized than I am in general) and
loves my daughter, my dogs, and my cats.
This past weekend my brother was at my house. We had a great
visit. On Monday, we were invited to lunch, which I accepted at the last
moment, which meant I had to take my shower fast. I told Marty to go ahead
without me and I would be there as soon as possible. I took a very fast shower,
dressed, and headed out of my bedroom, whistling some happy tune.
When suddenly... I realized as I rounded the corner to the
kitchen, I was not alone. At first I thought it was my brother, and wondered
why he hadn't left already. Then I realized it was Slay. He was sitting at my
counter, eating his lunch before he continued working on his truck.
First I was a little embarrassed whistling my way down the
hall. Then I thought – what the heck? So I made some comment about my penchant
for music, and guess what? Slay wasn't laughing at me. It was really no big
deal. His girlfriend's mother was a little wacky and definitely happy, so... so
what?
Yes, I thought to myself as I continued this conversation in
my head. Whistling? Not the worst thing anyone could catch me doing.
We proceeded to talk about his current progress, and how he
and my daughter were getting packed for their trip to Hawaii. Our conversations
are comfortable. I like Slay, and I am really happy he is with my daughter.
I'll continue to sing. To whistle. To hum. I'll try to tone
it down when I'm out in public, but I can't offer any guarantees. What can I
say, my life is good, and I'm happy!
How wonderful that you are so happy and comfortable to whistle or sing around a stranger. Have a great weekend! Thank you for posting!
ReplyDeleteAt least you can whistle! I've never mastered that art. :)
ReplyDeleteI remember when I was a child, trying for what seemed like weeks to whistle, but I couldn't get the hang of it. Until finally one evening I was watching TV with my siblings, and one of them started laughing and pointing out that I had been whistling - and I wasn't even aware of it! Finally, it came to me after weeks of trying to figure it out.
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