My dad loved this show. He would repeat information from the news vignettes and marvel at the stories. I think I got my appreciation for the show from him.
Plus, each Sunday I get a little memory of my dad. Very nice.
Today, Doris Day was one of the features. She sang many old, sweet 40-50-60's songs, many of them from movies. I don't really like these songs but I have to admit, they have a certain appeal, familiar and soft. Soooooo sweet. I gag a little just running them threw my head.
I noticed that these songs seem to put a happy or whimsical veneer over the top of life, which may not have been so carefree in those days. Maybe the country needed this respite from troubled times.
All this left me in a sentimental mood.
I looked out our window at a clear, cool, breezy morning, getting ready for a long hike, with thoughts of the past floating around my brain.
This life is so different from anything we have done, that I suspect I revert to old, pleasant memories to buffer myself from this strangeness. It is safer, for sure, than reality. And, somehow necessary. Maybe like a Doris Day song.
Sunday mornings are my favorite for reminiscing. I don't know why, but they just are.
Later today, we go to a rehearsal for an all music show at the end of the month. I am playing some drums and, I just heard, guitar. I am grateful for the activity.
Without the activity, those pesky anxieties will creep into my head.
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