I have read online so many times about people that would just love to actually live in a musical (or watch some other poor sucker live through one) without actually realizing that they are in the musical. Okay, so maybe they just want to watch the confusion on some poor sap’s face as they are stuck in a musical and not realizing it. (Many forget that Disney did actually sort of do this with the main male lead in “Enchanted.”)
Most of my family breaks out into song at seemingly random moments and the others join in, sometimes harmonizing correctly for most of the song before one of us (usually me) accidentally changes key half-way through one note.
I live in a musical, but the kind that was written for some kind of comedic tragedy most of the time it seems.
When you are tired or sick or lacking in oxygen (for one reason or another) you find yourself doing the silliest things.
When I was preparing biscuits for dinner the other night (to go along with a lovely soup that Mom had made, it was definitely soup weather) I was a little light-headed. (I haven’t been getting enough restful sleep at night and yesterday my lungs were a little tight for some reason.)
So I started to sing.
This in and of itself is not unusual in my family. There is always singing or humming or whistling or the playing of an instrument in this house (except at night when there had better be no playing of an instrument in the house).
It’s the song I was singing.
It was something about how the biscuits were baking and I couldn’t find the pink lemonade mix and had to fill up an old water jug to make the berry/pomegranate mix instead.
This song actually went on for something close to ten minutes where I also scolded the lemonade mix, in the song, for hiding from me.
Today has been a slow morning, everyone who could sleep in did. It was worth it, as the day has slowly gone by (it’s almost lunch already?) and I have sat and just listened to some music. Of course, I only put the music on because my niece asked me to, but I liked listening to it while she whirled around the room, picking up and vacuuming.
I guess today I’m thankful for music.
The sound of children laughing.
The sound of children playing.
The sound of lullabies created by my mom.
The sound of the wind in the leaves.
The knowledge that music in itself is a prayer.
For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads. -Doctrine and Covenants 25:12
And when you can sing a prayer, then you just know that your day is going to be better for it.