Life’s a Musical

Have you ever watched those old movies with Fred Astair and Ginger Rogers,  Bob Hope, Bing Crosby?  Or how about Elvis Presley, Annette Funicello and Frankie Avalon?  In the middle of a scene, they’ll just break out in song and dance.  I used to laugh at those.  When did that ever happen?

Well, how about now, in my life currently?  Minus the dancing of course.  (most of the time)

Many times, on the way home from church, we’ll have the final hymn running through our heads.  We start out humming it and that turns into a joyful noise on the rest of the drive.  I asked our organist and music director if he plays catchy songs on purpose for the dismissal, and he just chuckled.  I think he’s up to something!

Other times, we will be doing something, anything, and it’ll remind of us of a song.  So we start singing, Himself in much better voice than I.  Be warned, the words are never what the songwriter intended. 

This is one that usually comes up when we take a trip down to Amish country. 

Get your horsey hitched up

Head out on the bi-ways

Looking for the pasture

And all those piles of hay

Born to be Mild!

This one I belt out, badly, generally for no reason at all.

God Bless Armenia

Land I don’t know

Never been there, Won’t go there

On a plane or a bus or a boat

Hey, I’ve told you I’m easily amused!

AMDG