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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

It's a Beautiful Day in This Neighborhood

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...


It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...


I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.


So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?


Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?


Don't ask me what made me want to break out into song from Mister Roger's Neighborhood.  Maybe it was this lopsided cake.


Or the chocolate donuts that the kids and I wolfed down in about 50 seconds.  Get it? "50 seconds?" Yeah, yeah, you get it.


Or maybe it was this exceptional work of art presented to me by my grandson, Glen.


Then again, maybe it was this picture that sent me over the edge with joy singing "It's a Beautiful Day in this Neighborhood."


But wait!  There's more!  While I was napping yesterday after having been up all night with worry about Geneva (my mother-in-law), Matthew tiptoed into my room and put birthday surprises all around me.


And they were all hand made I'll have you know!  My goodness!  No wonder I broke out into song!


And all this love and all this joy!  All the good intentions! ha ha ...


Just made me want to do a jig - and there was a lot of huggin' going on too.


And you know, it really is the sentimental things that mean the most.  Take this beautiful painting by Renoir, for instance - Kathleen knows that Renoir is my favorite artist, and she thinks this little girl looks a lot like I did when I was a child, and so she had me make a long list of all of my favorite things and then she wrote them on this painting.  But this is only a reference for something bigger as Kathleen is going to paint this Master painting for me with all my favorite things written around the edges.  What a beautiful gift! And, she posted a beautiful story for me on her blog Katrunk.

And sweet Sarah. She dedicated this song to me for my birthday, and posted it on her blog The Pink Life, because she knows that in the 70s I was the dancing queen - young and sweet - only seventeen! Oh my! Don't get me started!


Oh, and as for the "Soapsuds" - that was my nickname given to me by my Daddy when I was a baby because I cried every time my mother took me out of the Mr. Bubble bubble bath.  I wanted to play until the water was 50 degrees.  Get it?  50 degrees?


I received phone calls and emails from old boy friends ...


and the best girlfriend in the world - Beth, who sang "Happy Birthday" to me over the phone. Which, by the way, was the most beautiful rendition I have ever heard - but, of course, that is because Beth is a professional songstress and has been singing her heart out for 30+ years (when she's not cooking).


Now that I think about it, the fact that I had me a glass of very sweet Alice White Wine from Australia with my dinner and my slice of cake may just have something to do with me breaking out into song to Mister Roger's Neighborhood - off key a bit too (and a little off balance). (Thank goodness Beth wasn't within ear shot).


Yep, everything was a little off balance this birthday, except for the love, the joy, the family, and friends  that surrounded me.

And, I think I'll keep that with me for another 50 years.  How about it neighbor?


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