I know some may call me a square, but oh well. I have to admit there are some Barry Manilow songs I like and others I don't. Do you remember "I Write The Songs"? I remember when it first came out, I wasn't too fond of it. As a kid, I just didn't pay too much attention to words to hook the meaning together. Over the years since I finally understood the meaning of what he was saying in the song. The birth of music and how each one of us carries that spirit within us. The good Lord made us that way. The Psalms are a great example of it. In revelation, they talk about all creation singing praises to Christ. Music I guess is as old as time and as long as man has been here on earth. I hate to admit it, but I like "I Write The Songs " now than I did back when I was a little girl.
Maybe I am being more intellectual..maybe or just more of a nerd....or just an old nerdy woman..whatever. I just like to find meaning in the song more now than then..
You can snicker at me, if you want. Hope you take another look at this song or if already have, just sit back and enjoy it!
Yesterday was a very hard day. My daughter-in-law took Patch and I down to the emergency animal hospital in Delaware because my kitty wasn't doing very well. Earlier this week, my kitty Patch had slowly not eaten since Monday. For the last four months his weight had dropped, even though he was eating very good. I tried in vain with different methods of bulking him up. Even his water intake was normal an d his stools looked healthy. So wasn't overly concerned because his was an old kitty. This week changed, he decreased his eating and drinking habits and his skin started to turn yellow, almost indicating liver failure. Through it all, he remain his loving self. These past two months has be awful, just on January 3rd , my beloved little dog, Scooter died at the age of 12 from congestive heart failure. Now almost to the date, I had to make the tough decision of putting Patch to sleep so he wouldn't be suffering in his last days. It has always been such a tough thin...
When I was young , I still had my grandma Havens and my great grandma McDonnell. My great grandpa McDonnell died before I was born. My mom was a teenager then. So my great grandma had been a widow for many years by the time I was a youngster. I can remember visiting her house on 521, it was a pretty modest home but she always keep the front room sealed off as if there was a part of her that she had hidden away. My husband died in 2007 and I never remarried, the last couple of years, seeking romance seemed to have dwindled til it just seems like it has vanished from within myself. I thought about great grandma old house and how it's similar to what I am feeling now. It's like five rooms remain open in how I relate to people, The mom room The sister room The aunt room The daughter room And finally , The cousin room. I guess my work being outside , would be ...
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