Ah-h-h-h. More on that in a moment.
First I wanted to say thank you for all the lovely comments on my last post. Very touching and it gave me a lift. I needed one too. In this here house, that had more folks than usual, we also had an unwelcome visitor in the form of some kind of crud we will not even get into.
First it took down victim #1 who recovered well in about 24 hours. Then we had a free day. Then victim #2 had it – on his last day of vacation before having to return to the salt mines. Then we had another free day, but alas, the double whammy when victims #3 and #4 were afflicted. I don’t know if I was #3 or #4 but that is truly beside the point. Thankfully, it looks like we have conquered the wretched visitor, kicked it out the door, and said sayonara and goodbye and don’t come back! We can now move on to other things.
If my mind has not gone completely (very questionable), I think I said I would share the Christmas secret that was kept from me. If it’s a secret, how does one know that it exists? Around here, it goes like this.
“Don’t come in here yet.”
“Don’t read my email until after Christmas.”
Oh and this one is good –
“I talked to our son today.”
“Oh really. So what’s he doing?”
“I can’t tell you.”
I may be a little slow, but even I could tell something was up.
It turned out to be the most unusual present I have ever received. And everyone was involved somehow or other. I was serenaded. That’s right. But there is infinitely more to it than that.
Have you met my Bloons? If not, you can click here to learn more about them. There’s that little bit in their story where they sing. Yes, they sing. There is something called The Bloon Song. I wrote it down when I heard them singing it, but I couldn’t quite remember the tune. And, heavens, you would never want to hear me sing it.
But, my son, who has just now received his Masters in Music Theory, spent some time and arranged it for me with critical support and input from his lovely wife. She also lettered the front of the sheet music for The Bloon Song. There was musical accompaniment and several singers. It made me laugh and cry at the same time.
They wouldn’t let me videotape it because they know that I am sneaky and would post it here for the entire world to see and hear. I did extract a promise that someday I would get a recording of it, perhaps with children performing it. If I do, I will be sure to share it with you. For now, I am happy to post a peek or two at the sheet music, the words I transcribed from the singing Bloons and the music (sing along version) that made up my most unusual Christmas present ever. Yes, we are a very nutty family.
I’m a Bloon. I’m a Bloon.
I’m stuck up in a tree.
I’m a Bloon. I’m a Bloon.
Won’t someone rescue me?
I’m a little cubby bear,
who longed to touch the sky.
When I climbed the highest limb,
I found it much too high.
It’s nice up here in the clean clear air
but my tummy is starting to rumble.
If I try to climb back down
I fear I’ll take a tumble.
I found a place to sit a while.
It’s quite a cozy nest,
but underneath the leaves below
are woods I like the best.
Now if you would like to hear the music that goes with the words, just click on the play button below. Remember to turn up the volume on your computer.