Wednesday, June 18, 2008

La da da da da........

Trish and I are famous for breaking into song on our evening rides on Milly. It's a cool evening in Heavensville, and as we came down the hill by the creek next to our condos she was suddenly chilled. I said I thought it was cooler because we were in the valley. And we were off, riding along singing at the top of our lungs..

Down in the valley, valley so low,
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow dear, hear the wind blow,
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow...

We were talking about how kids don't sing like we used to. They are too busy with their noses in the computer or their ear to the cellphone. It's a wonderful thing, to sing, it's good for the soul, and we don't really give a rat's hiney about how silly we look...

One of the joys of getting older. It's those simple things, again ladies....

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