Two kinds of People ~ Which Are You?

Ok it is Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday time again. This time her challenge is simple. Simple, perhaps that is an understatement. The challenge is to fill in the blanks: There are two kinds of people in the world   ____&____.  Tell how all people are either one or the other. ALL people, should I stick to male and female? No, I don’t think so. I like music so I will go with singers & non singers.

I love music and I love to sing. Am I good at it? No, but I sing.  I love singing along to my favorite music. I have tons of songs for which I know every lyric. I have discovered there is a division in the people around me. It is the vocal line between those who sing and those who don’t. There are people who sing with the radio and those who nary a note escapes their lips. I am not sure if it is fear someone will hear them or the notes simply don’t exist in their head.

I actually grew up in the musically divided household. My father sang all the time, but I never heard my mom even attempt a vocal note. Sadly I never asked her if she had ever sung. Her father played a fiddle so I know there was music around her and she loved listening to music. Maybe she didn’t like the sound of her voice. With my dad if he wasn’t singing he was whistling. I was told he sang in church with his mom when he was a young boy.

Sometimes I feel like being a music evangelist. I would set up my tent and open a song book and tell others to come be baptized in music notes. It doesn’t matter the sound of your voice, just sing. I can see how that might become problematic. Especially at my karaoke altar when it is time for some to step up to the microphone. I would just hand out anointed ear plugs with an admonition they are to be placed discreetly in the ears when in the presence of foul notes.

I guess life would be dull if everyone was alike. I know my life would be incomplete without singing. Maybe there are those who wish I would cease. I just won’t ask.

Here is someone I sing along with often. My friend, Mike Zito. I also took the video. That is a free unabashed  plug for myself. :)  Oh and his album, Greyhound, on which this song is included is up for a BMA (Blues Music Award) for rock/blues album of the year. So enjoy it and sing along!

Me and My Camera Phone

I have been shooting with my camera phone again. My other cameras have been neglected, but I do love all the things I can do with my phone's camera.

 This is the glass lampshade on my floor lamp in the library

This is another shot of the floor lamp

I found this one day when I was out for a walk.

This sits on my mantle. Both my daughters play stringed instruments.

This is a little ceramic purse in my bathroom.

These are my vanity lights. 

Another shot of the vanity lights

A wicker basket

I took this on The Boardwalk in Kemah TX

Also taken at Kemah TX

Free Write Friday ~ Darling

Kellie Elmore has chosen another scenario for us on her Free Write Friday to get our imaginations going.

You wake to find yourself in a strange house and you cannot remember your own name. You roll over and see a letter by the bed. Is it for you? Who is it from? What does it say? Does it explain where you are and why?

White curtains….I don’t remember having white curtains. I have always hated them. I could never keep them clean and mom always fussed at me for not ironing them properly. Where am I? Someone please help me! There are too many shadows in this room. They frighten me. Perhaps if I turn on the lamp I will feel calmer. There is a note on the nightstand next to me. Should I read it?

Darling,

You were tired so I thought it was best that you lie down for a nap. I know you will be confused upon waking. Your name is Marie, although I feel you will remember being called Jo, a nickname your family gave you. This is your bedroom you have shared with me for sixty years. I am Oron. We met when we were young and got married right after the war. We have three daughters, Sharon, Susie, and Debby. They are grown women not the little girls you search for.

Hugs,

Your husband, Oron

Now how silly to leave me a note just because I needed a nap, I know who I am, silly man. How could I forget my three girls? He must be teasing me.

Slowly the door opens as she gets up from the bed. A head full of white hair peeks around the corner and speaks, “I thought it was about time for you to get up. Did you sleep well?”

She sets back down on the bed and with eyes that are blank she asks, “Who are you?”

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This is a story prompted by my mother who had Alzheimer's. When we first realized she had the disease her memory would come and go. One time my father called me and he was so excited.

He said, "She's back! Mama is back! I will hand her the phone so she can talk to you."

Mama told me, "I don't know what he is being so silly about. Of course I know who he is."

Sadly it didn't last. Alzheimer's robbed her memory and she sank back into its loss.