A cricket chorus awoke me at around 6 a.m. today and I felt that I
still had much sleeping to do to “catch up” for the busy week that
had passed! I got up and did the daily rituals, including adding extra
moisturizer and contacts in. One far sighted and one near, to sort of
compensate for not wanting to wear the ‘bifocals’ as long as I can
I crawled through the living room, to find that one errant cricket who
had managed to creep through some crack, nook or cranny of my
old first floor apartment. I saw it hop and I crawled slowly to get it,
after all, what is a morning without some exercise! I got it gently
enclosed in the palms of my hand, cupped around it. I made it to the
door, nuts! Who will open it? Not any roommate here anymore…
Daughter off in Victorian Village, preparing for her first Pilates class
in Powell. Dropped the cricket on carpet, opened door, followed
rapid hopping progress to the wine cabinet, got it and set out in
the hallway. There is supposed “luck” attributed to crickets and my
good friend, Jenny, has a nice brass cricket on the hearth of her
Starting with Mom’s weekend, very nice, lots of fun, three meals out
and about six movies watched! We had a grand time, staying up late
and got to see my two brothers, best sister in law, ever, and her
daughter, husband and two children. Emma is about a week off from
my Makyah so we swapped progress reports on their growth and
funny traits. Her newborn, Robbie, is adorable! He has the name with
his initials spelling ROB. Love that idea!
Wednesday, I had to play “hooky” from my long, hard week of down
to only 3 ten hour days. So glad I did that! Grandparents’ Day at Schulz
Elementary School was a ‘barrel of monkeys’ fun! Landen’s class was my
a.m. stop, where we had a male music teacher around my age, leading
these kids in song! We had two great songs, planned to win the hearts
of grandparents and kids alike. First one, we read the words while the
music alone played. We adults knew the tune to “Take me out to the
ballgame” and listened while the kids were using paperclips to read
each word, running along the page of lyrics. Landen did well paying
attention, my mind wandered a bit, but mostly replaying the way we
used to go to a special class for music. Now, of course, the music
teacher ‘travels’ from room to room.
We heard two versions with the words playing and then, finally at
ten minutes of ‘prep’ time, we sang along to the words. The teacher
emphasized, “And its ONE, TWO, THREE strikes you’re out at the old,
ball game!” The kids liked the way he had them use their hands and
fingers to shout/sing the words to that part.
The next song was one he said they had practiced “just for the guests
today to hear.” I did not hear as much enthusiasm for this song, until
we got to the chorus of “La la la la la’s.” (“Sing a Song.”) The words were
recorded by the Carpenters on 10/22/2002.
Sing a song
Sing out loud.
Sing out strong.
Sing of good things, not bad.
Sing of happy, not sad.
Sing a song.
Chorus goes for 18 La’s
La La La La La La
La La La La La La
La La La La La La.
Sing a song.
Let the world,
Sing out loud!
Sing of love there could be…
Sing for you and for me.
Make it simple to last your whole life long.
Don’t worry that its not good enough,
For anyone else to hear.
Just sing, sing a song.”
Other ones who have sung it include Nathan Lane on Sesame Street
and Pooh Bear in a movie. The words are very simple but powerful.
We could use this to base the way we speak daily to others, using a
kind tone with simplicity and love. And when we write, “don’t worry
that its not good enough for anyone else to hear!”
Another Carpenters’ song, “You’ve Only Just Begun” worked out to
segue into my First Friday with Bill night. We had a nice dinner at the
old Cracker Barrel, went back to my apt. and parked so we could
“promenade” around town and see what all the crowds were doing.
There were several churches out with treats, a bank with goodies,
and the theme was a pet parade so most shops had their wares out
doors so that the dogs could get a doggie cookie or drink from water
bottles handed out. Kids were getting their faces painted and there
was a band playing out at Brooklyn Heights Restaurant. We saw our
good friends, Sean Duncan and Jamie Reisinger singing at the Old Bag
of Nails Restaurant, too.
We stopped in one of the nice antique stores and listened to a country
band playing. We stayed to listen to a rendition of “Ring of Fire.” Which
led me to ask Bill, my over 30 guitars in his “music room” friend if he
had ever heard Johnny Cash’s version of Nine Inch Nails’ song, “Hurt?”
Bill had not and I told him he needed to check this one out! Awesome,
tear jerkingly moving song with his raspy, ‘whiskey’ voice just touching
all my nerves.
While in our second antiques’ store, we were looking for blue glass for
his daughter, ash trays for his younger woman, and also, guitars. Of
course! We saw three and I am not sure who made them, what kinds
they were but the only one fairly priced was an electric one that had
a good amp included. Bill found a nice, green cut glass ash tray for
his woman and I saw several neat future Christmas gifts for my two
daughters and a nice memorabilia for my Mom, too. Unfortunately,
staying on my budget, will have to count on their being there when
I get back to them.
The reason for mentioning the Carpenters’ love song, often played at
weddings, was we were coming to the Delaware downtown’s closing
time and we ran into the most darling couple. You know I am always
looking for that meaningful love story in my days and nights!
This couple had the young woman standing in front of us in line to
check out, her boyfriend, sitting on an antique chair nearby. They
were talking in a very sweet and comfortable way. I asked the girl who
was closer to me,
“Are you students at Ohio Wesleyan University?”
She gave me a big smile and said, “I am a freshman and we just got here
a week ago.”
I (being my curious, oh you want to say it! All right, nosy self) asked,
“Where did you come from, you have a different eastern seaboard’s
She replied, “Maryland. You have a good ear!”
Bill asked what part and he discerned that it was on the western part
in a small town. He talked to the young man as I studied the young
woman’s purchases. She had chosen a porcelain salt and pepper
shaker, with delicate painted pink roses on them, along with a cloth
calendar (like the ones they used to sell on a rod) which had the
year, 1995, on it, along with musical notes on it.
I asked her whether she was studying music and she laughed in the
most cheerful way,
“No, I want to be an astro physicist!”
Both Bill and I exclaimed, “How wonderful (me)!” and “Super (Bill)!”
I added, “Oh, such a wonderful area that we need more women in!”
The young man had told Bill he was not going to college, just visiting
Sunday, to email, text, call and keep in touch but seemed a little sad
about the upcoming separation.
I got wistful, remembering the goodbyes I had said to my high school
boyfriend, Dave. I thought about how we tried to catch up with our
lives over the first Christmas, but how I already had given my heart to
my next Dave, met on the first day of college. I wondered briefly if he
had been the one to drop me off at college, instead of my parents, if
we would have stayed in better touch. After all, he would have been
with me, eating a meal out and I would not have spied the next Dave
at McDonald’s, I presume. What ‘might have beens’…
The elderly couple who had their checking out process figured out,
but very slowly, got to the young girl’s items. The man wrapped the
salt and pepper in newspaper handing the tag to the woman, then he
took the sticker off the calendar and handed it to her. Finally wrapped
the newspaper bundle in the cloth and bagged it. The young, patient
woman, with such maturity in her appearance, handed her a five
dollar bill and waited for her change. She had just the image of a life
about to burst or explode with all kinds of doors opening. She handed
a five dollar bill and got her change.
As her boyfriend stood up, Bill outstretched his hand, extending him a
big and hearty handshake. He said, “Good luck and hope everything
works out!” (The young man had been contemplating a myriad of choices
for his future education, including a trade and had shared these thoughts
with Bill. Bill had stressed he had always wished he had chosen the path
While leaving the store, I followed them a couple of steps, leaving Bill
to pay for his single purchase. I gave the girl a hug, saying that I wished
her many wonderful experiences and good travel mercies wished to
the young man. I said, I especially hope you like Delaware.”
That led into a short additional five minutes, they both started listing
all they liked about the packed sidewalks for the Farmer’s Market on
Wed. evening and looking forward to the one on Sat. morning, too.
They said that there small town was slowly ‘dying’ due to the ‘big box
stores’ taking away the business of the small shopkeepers. I told them
a shortened version of how I had chosen this town on a map, halfway
between my ex-husband in Cincinnati and my parents in Cleveland.
That I never regretted my decision and two of my three children were
still here, my youngest in Columbus. And six grandchildren, all going
to be raised here, going to the schools. They said they thought it was
just the nicest community to raise a family in.
As they walked out, the door’s bell tinkling, I thought of those words
from the song and changed them to, “they’ve only just begun…”