So I just sang him songs I like. I sang him the two pieces I'll sing at the recital tomorrow night, plus some medieval songs and some songs he might have remembered me singing when I was younger. "Scarborough Fair" and "The Sound of Silence" used to be my favorite songs, and I sang them all the time when I was a teenager. I sang some bits of jazz songs I know, like "Fever" and "Bluebird." I also sang some songs from church--"One Bread, One Body," "Amazing Grace," and "They'll Know We are Christians," and I also sang a Wiccan song to him--"We All Come from the Goddess."
In the end, I think that last song is the one I needed to hear the most:
We all come from the Goddess,
And to Her we shall return,
Like a drop of rain,
Flowing to the ocean.
I felt much more at peace after I talked to the chaplain and sang that.
Music: Mark picked me up from the hospice, and we drove to my voice teacher's house. There, we rehearsed my two recital pieces, and I finally got it through my head where I'm supposed to come in with "Tra bocca in grembo" in "Nel Pur Ardor." I have had the devil of a time getting the timing right on that bit. Now, I just hope I can remember the piano signal and the count.
On the way home, even going out the front door of my teacher's home, it poured down rain. We drove south on 290, and it poured. We got stuck in traffic--not moving at all--because of an accident, and it still poured. It was pouring when we got home and ran into the house. It seems to have calmed down now, though, which is a pity, because I like going to sleep when there's a thunderstorm.
Humor: My friend Steve sent me this joke in email:
Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female Poodle.
The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but end up arriving in front of her at the same time.
The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return.
Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them, "The first one who can use the words 'liver' and 'cheese' together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me."
The sturdy, muscular black Lab speaks up quickly and says, "I love liver and cheese."
"Oh, how childish," said the Poodle. "That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever."
She turns to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and says "How well can you do?"
"Um. I HATE liver and cheese," blurts the Golden Retriever.
"My, my," said the Poodle. "I guess it's hopeless. That's just as dumb as the Lab's sentence."
She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says, "How about you, little guy?"
The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the Taco Bell Chihuahua
He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says,
"Liver alone. Cheese mine."
Quizzage: Nabbed from padfoot_uk.
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