Everything is more acute now that my husband and I are together 24/7 under stressful circumstances. I switch in my head from the lovely Etta James’ “At Last,” Linda Ronstadt/Nelson Riddle “Someone To Watch Over Me” to Peter, Paul and Mary’s “That’s What You Get For Lovin’ Me.”
Perhaps I always had songs in my head but now they’re overt and different medleys several times a day. One is Joan Baez’ haunting Waltzing Matilda/Gallipoli.
I can’t remember the rest right now but will take requests! Songs of love and loss, death and dismemberment will give way to happier thoughts. They’re beautiful songs and my mother always said I had a penchant for dirges, after all she named me after Deirdre of the Sorrows.
In the meantime we have much to do and keep busy all day not spending money. Perhaps this weekend we can afford to go to the movies, matinee, of course, to see what the real world is doing. And it’s waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, Dee
Cooking with Dee 
“And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime”
Thank you John Denver, for reminding me of what is most important in life.
Do you have a copy of Rise Up Singing? It’s a treasure trove. Get out your guitar and sing!
I sang with a friend at her son’s preschool today. One little boy asked for Waltzing Matilda because it was Australia Day, so of course we obliged.
As to Waltzing Matilda, check out the Joan Baez version, poignant. Guitar, right now I’m just hydrating it in its case. My fingers are raw and bleeding from this climate that is dryer than the Sahara. All I can say is that it’s that time of year. My hygrometer tells me when there’s a storm coming in and I welcome them. Oh, don’t play the Joan Baez version for your friend’s son.