Ramblings

Sorry this was supposed to be posted on Wednesday. For some reason I wasn't able to log on to blogger until today. Anyway, I didn't want to waste it, so here you go.


I’m working downstairs in my bedroom, where the computer my boss is letting me use is set up. It sure is different being home all day. Upstairs I can hear Rebecca and Esther tearing through the house making their usual joyous noise. Esther must be pushing the doll stroller, from the racket. But if I keep the door shut, I’m not interrupted.
Today is Wednesday, which means piano lessons for Emily and Rosemary. Mom went along today to pick up some supplies for preschool, which is at our house today. The came back at lunch, and now they are all getting ready for the kids to come. I’ve never been home on a preschool day before, so I think I might slip upstairs later and check it out. The dogs are barking now; someone must be bringing their kids. Last night we all tried our hands at making monkey masks for the skit the preschoolers are doing for the Harvest Supper on Friday. I’ll make sure to go up and watch them practice that at least.
Tonight I have to go out too. I learned Corel WordPerfect inside out while working at Inheritance, but in future I will be using Microsoft Word more, so I’m taking a course in Westlock at the Adult Learning Centre. Probably get back kind of late tonight, depending on the roads.
Break’s over. I suppose I should finish this off and go back to Second Samuel.

Short People by Randy Newman

Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live

They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
’Round here

Short people are just the same
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It’s a wonderful world)

Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love

They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick ’em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time

Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
’Round here