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Sunday is Father's Day and my love for music

I heard a song years ago by Dottie Rambo titled Sunday is Father's Day. She both wrote it and sang it with her family of singers. Since then I've had the words to that song embedded into my brain. I used to drive to Willo Hill Baptist Church in Willoughby, Ohio in an old Corvair, (R bought it for $50 from a neighbor and bought $1000 worth of tools to work on it- it's a man thing) that smoked like a double chimney, with the kids in the backseat fighting, and I'd sing that song to the top of my lungs - sure that if the Lord came that minute I'd be taken up in the clouds with him. I'm sure I told the kids if they didn't stop hitting each other they would not be going with me. I am a singing fool and can't carry a tune. I keep music going all day long, from soft piano cds, to the sound of the ocean lapping the shore, to Indian flutes, and Alan Jackson singing Precious Memories. Oh, and Kenny G. I love him too. And Aaron Neville. AND my ROD STEWART singing DOWNTOWN TRAIN. Well, you get my drift. I just love music and I love to sing. Why couldn't God have given me the gift of song. Instead he gave me the gift of gab- which is pretty useless if you really examine it. Gab. Who needs a gabber? Though a gabber does have an endless supply of words and that comes in handy when I write.
Today after church, yes, we made it finally, after two months of being stuck inside on Sundays, today, no snow or icy roads and the sun was shining. R can't walk on snow or ice and it's even difficult on wet pavement.
Well after church, I wrote a news release for our Spring Writing Event at the Bowen House in Logan. I'll be speaking about writing essays. Should be interesting. As I said, I know some gab. We'll have other "real" writers there as well. Plus my writing buddy Sherry Hartzler (www.sherryhartzler.blogspot.) I made her bread pretzels over the week end and they were delicious. Nothing like writing and cooking. Mixing words and stirring food.
Now I have to get the agenda ready for our writers meeting tomorrow. WRITERS HELPING WRITERS. Sherry and I formed it and it's really grown now with about ten writers - writing different genres. We meet in a coffee house - caffeine helps.
After the agenda I have to work on a flyer to post at area libraries about our event.
Actually I can see from what I've written it's been a pretty fruitful day.
R is making his way to the kitchen in his wheelchair, yes, he's part time in a wheelchair, and so it must be getting dinner time. Thank you, Lord, for leftover spaghetti and bread pretzels.
Please know how much I appreciate all who read this and your lovely comments.
I try to keep up with your blogs and lives as well. Keep writing. Or doing whatever it is you're doing in your part of the world. Your Sister Friend.

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  1. I love to sing, too, but not very good at it. But that doesn't stop me. I guess it's like writing, the more I practice maybe the better I'll get. Sounds like you have a very good writing group. I'm trying to catch up going to blogs, we've been verrry busy the last three days and I'm wore out.

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  2. It's late and I have grandgirls to deal with in the morning. Otherwise, I'd read some of this tonight! Thanks for following my writer's blog. I had a hard time finding yours. It is not linked on the profile that showed up. Found a link on your twitter page.

    Glad you're thawed out enough to get back to church. I missed this morning because of a sick granddaughter. I know what it's like to be snowed in. We live in the country.

    I'll be back to visit later this week.

    Lily

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  3. I loved this post...Mainly because I can tell that you are happy just by reading it. I'm glad that you and Dad got to church yesterday. We spent the day driving and driving, so not much was accomplished. Love hearing about heading to Church with the kids fighting in the back seat. Now see- why would I want to willingly subject myself to that every Sunday? I know, I know. For the Lord, which is exactly what I should be doing every Sunday.... love you guys!

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  4. You had me going with this title. I agree with Jill, you sound like a happy person.

    Thanks for visiting my blog as well.

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  5. Love this blog post, Barb! Can see you in the car singing to your heart's content, kids arguing in the backseat. I remember my kids arguing on the way to church, constantly snipping and sniping at each other. Loving your new book

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