Hymn for a Sunday Evening

Do you recognize that reference?

I'm not at all sure how memory works, and I've NEVER seen a complete episode of the Ed Sullivan Show, but I could sing you Hymn for a Sunday Evening from the musical Bye-Bye Birdie without missing a beat.

You can thank my 8th grade choir experience for that.

Anyway, it truly IS Sunday evening, and all I have are random bits and odd pieces from my very own life.

Isn't that picture fabulous? It is actually an altered bit of a picture I took at Meijer Gardens. It's the arm of one of the statues surrounding that little water feature that Famke took such delight in. I was actually taking a picture of the boy statue holding up his baseball glove. But then there was this arm, just sticking out there all expectant-like. Had to mess with it. Had to.

Notice the spider web between the index and middle fingers. I find spider webs to be interesting.

I've been reading "Another Country". I highly recommend this book. At some point I shall try to review bits and pieces of it, just so I can remember the highlights before I return it to my niece. If you are a human being, you should read this book. That leaves out only a few of the people I know.

THGGM had Friday off. The day was perfect. See pictures below for proof. We also did a little bit of thrift shopping www.simplythrift.blogspot.com .

And because it was such a gorgeous day on Saturday also, THGGM cleaned the garage and raked up the yard. While he did all that, I took the time to sit in my sewing room in the window-less corner of the basement and sewed while I caught up on laundry. But I didn't mind. I got a bit sunburned on Friday, and my natural tendencies is towards dark corners and basements that smell like Tide and Downy.

Then, there is today. Well, actually, NOW there is today. Today. One of those wonderful April-showers-bring-May-flowers sort of spring days. I love those, too.

I watched the very pretty sparrows with the white necks, a pair of cardinals and a brownish bird with an iridescent purple head eating at the bird feeder.

As is my habit every year, I also purchased seeds. There is such HOPE in spring! I bought organic bean seeds. I've been buying bean seeds every year for as long as I can remember. This year, I might get farther than planting them in peat pots that later drown and float away...

I also bought zinnia seeds. I LOVE zinnias. One year I actually had a row of them growing along the side of my house. Last year's zinnias floated away. But this year! Yes. Again, I remain hopeful. I HAVE SEEDS!

Someday in the near future I'm hoping to sew up some fabric birds. Suddenly, I've again become crazy about birds!

Oh, no. Maybe I've just become CRAZY. The birds might have nothing to do with it.

Now on to the thought that has taken over my weekend.

I had an extremely horrible nightmare on Friday night. The kind that feels so real that even though it is presently Sunday evening, my memories of that dream are clearer than the memory of what I have eaten today.

The dream was all about THGGM and when I woke up, I have never been more angry at him in my life! He, of course, is always dreaming some deep and realistic epic, but I've only had this type of dream a few times in my life, and it left me shaken (shaked, shooked, shook-up?). I still sort of want to PUNCH HIM!

But, he is already sleeping and I would hate to disturb him.

It took three FULL days of not watching "The Wiggles" to get those Wiggles songs out of my head. I spent yesterday singing "Beach beach sandy beach, feel the sand on my feet". And so now what do I get? I get:

Ed Sullivan! Ed Sullivan! We're going to be on Ed Sullivan!

I'm leaving now to go play the piano. Must find a better hymn for a Sunday evening.