I have a Robert Louis Stevenson quote that hangs on our tree every year:
"The world is so full of a number of things we should all be as happy as kings."
My brain is so full of a number of things this evening, and I am, indeed, happy as a king. Happier, probably. I want some time to enjoy the number of things in my brain: turning them over and feeling their weight and their lightness and savoring their flavors. I will write about them and more later. For now, an earworm.
This song has been milling about in my brain for the last few days. Can you really beat Julie Andrews' pipes? I think not. I don't even like musicals. Well, there's one way to beat Julie Andrews' pipes in my book. And only one. That is the widespread sudden joy of a flash mob. I know they're such old news now, but they always make me tear up with the absurd joy of it all. Anyway, let's start at the very beginning... shall we?
Hope your new year is off and running in the way it should be. If not, that's OK. Tomorrow is a new day. Always.
"The world is so full of a number of things we should all be as happy as kings."
My brain is so full of a number of things this evening, and I am, indeed, happy as a king. Happier, probably. I want some time to enjoy the number of things in my brain: turning them over and feeling their weight and their lightness and savoring their flavors. I will write about them and more later. For now, an earworm.
This song has been milling about in my brain for the last few days. Can you really beat Julie Andrews' pipes? I think not. I don't even like musicals. Well, there's one way to beat Julie Andrews' pipes in my book. And only one. That is the widespread sudden joy of a flash mob. I know they're such old news now, but they always make me tear up with the absurd joy of it all. Anyway, let's start at the very beginning... shall we?
Hope your new year is off and running in the way it should be. If not, that's OK. Tomorrow is a new day. Always.
