I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why.
This past Thursday was the coldest day of the year, and the coldest that date has ever been. That meant even I had to bundle up and I generally don’t do that. For me, this meant actually buttoning my coat, wearing the thicker gloves that aren’t just adorable, and donning a hat on me noggin. I’m not a hat person. Hats look really good on some people and I don’t believe I’m one of them. I’m not Blossom.
But I wore a hat. THAT’S how cold it was.
I bought this particular hat because its top is a pom pom that may be bigger than my head. If hat-wearing is required, the hat must be cute. Once in the car, I felt something on the top of my head. I moved and felt it again. Upon peeking into the rearview, I saw my pom pom brushing against the inside roof of my car. Yes, my car is small, but my head is not that huge. The pom pom can apparently be seen from outer space.
After working a bit, twas time to venture back out. With my gloves on, I picked up my keys. Something… is… stuck? … … … What the… … … Not an individual one, but a teeny BOX of paper clips was STUCK TO THE MAGNET IN MY GLOVE. Note: my super warm gloves have mitten tops that flip and stick to the back of the glove, via a magnet (obvs). That exposes half-covered fingers/naked fingertips to allow for texting (apparently, but I only use that feature to scratch an itch and to pick up something I can’t with mitten-topped hands). As I removed the box, paper clips jumped out and stuck themselves to BOTH gloves. I stopped the madness the only way I could: I took the gloves off, removed all the clips, then put them on again.
Once back in the car, I sat slouched a bit in my driver’s seat (the pom pom needed proper clearance). When I turned the radio on, I heard a happy summery song by an old band. The DJ plays blocks of songs around a theme or for artists birthdays… then, panic! I said, out loud, “Oh.Em.Gee. I hope one of them didn’t die.”
Because it was sooooooo cold outside, Mr. DJ said he was spinning tunes about summer/heat. I breathed a sigh of relief, which totes fogged my window for a wee bit, then just kept singing background oooooooooooos to this classic tune.
Many grumbled ’bout the vortex and its cold, but I always find reasons to laugh and smile. I hope you, too, enjoy this happy summery tune and let it warm your days and/or your heart. Everybody: Awwwwwwwwwww.
Sunday Song is a new series here at DaisySmileyFace.com (check out all we do here). I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world. (Feel free to join in by posting in the comments — thoughts about my video/what it means to you, a video you’re enjoying this week, etc.)
This post is also part of Trent’s Weekly Smile linkup. Check it out!