Do you remember “Sing Along with Mitch”? Just follow the bouncing ball. Well, if you’re too young to remember, you can always ask Google, but it was an old black and white TV show in the mid 60s show wherein everyone could sing along with the lyrics on the screen. The white ball would bounce above the words at the proper beat. I was a little girl, so this is really blast from my past.
So, I just did a Google search, and while Mitch Miller did put the lyrics on the screen, I didn’t see a little bouncing ball in the one particular You Tube video I just watched. So, I looked up “follow the bouncing ball” and was reminded of another blast from the past–a cartoon with turtles singing “Little Brown Jug” using the bouncing ball so we kids could join in. It’s no wonder that I sing so well!
But, I’ll tell ya. Life is sometimes like that, very out of control, but not really out of control, because someone is in control of that bouncing ball. But since we’re talking about singing, I got a tune for ya. Remember the childhood song, “Where, Oh Where has My Little Dog Gone?”. Yeah? Then, please indulge me by singing the words below to this good old-time tune:
Where, oh where has BW gone?
Oh, where oh where can she be?
With her time cut short,
And her hair cut long,
Oh, where oh where has she been?
If you’ve ever looked up ALL the lyrics to this very old children’s tune, you might be mortified to learn that the little dog might have come to an untimely death. Unlike the little lost dog, I am still here. I am still alive. I might be a little lost, but I’m here nonetheless.
Speaking of little dogs. My little guard dog, Ti-Du, passed away quietly on the morning of December 11th, just a few days before Propeller graduation. It was quite a sad occasion, and I still miss the clickety-clack of her little black toenails on the oak floors. I don’t know when I will stop hearing her in my room, but sometimes I think I hear her turning in her little circle before settling down at the foot of the bed. My ears perk up, I stop and listen, but she’s not really there.
If you haven’t already, please have a look at the new Beyond the Bayou Excursions Page, which Capt. John Swallow has been diligently putting together with his magical web weaving skills! I owe him a huge debt of gratitude and look forward to seeing him and Seika in April for our 4th Annual Pyrate Day (or is it 5th?) in Houma, LA. I will post photos for you at that time, of course. Maybe I could convince him to do a guest post beforehand? (What say ye, mate?)
This year, in addition to launching my new Beyond the Bayou Excursions, Life has seen fit to throw a couple more “work” opportunities my way in the meantime. I will be writing twice a month for the Cajun Sportsman as their Outdoor Writer, and I’ve been asked to consider doing some part-time research work for a coastal restoration company, which I might talk about later if it all works out. Country Roads Magazine asked me to write four pieces again this year for their Natural History section, which I will gladly do. My part-time work as Ex. Director of Keep Terrebonne Beautiful finds me implementing two grants that I wrote for them and received. One is a program called Adopt a Spot and the other is Fruit Trees for the Bayous. I’m really excited about the second project, and I will do a post about it with photos next month. The Hunt Fish Talk radio show continues once a month this year, but if we don’t find some more sponsors, this might, sadly, be the last year of the show. OH NO!
My very special son (because all FOUR of them are special in some way) has slowly transitioned from high school into the work-a-day world at Houma Grown, and we are so very proud of him. This has not been an easy change for him. I listen to talk radio when I’m driving, and it struck me the other day amidst all the talk about young able-bodied people not working and being on Food Stamps and other government programs, that my son, who has Down’s Syndrome, gets up every day and gets on a bus at 7:15 to go to work for $6.00 an hour. And because of that paycheck, he no longer qualifies for the SSI benefit. It hit me like a ton of bricks that this young man, who is challenged both physically and mentally, works for less than minimum wage and lost a well-deserved benefit because of that job, will NEVER earn enough money to be on his own. I’m wondering why any able-bodied young person who is neither physically nor mentally challenged would deserve benefits and not be required to work? My special needs son goes to work every day, works in a garden in the heat of summer and cold of winter, and is penalized for it by the government. Maybe y’all can help me figure it out. Meanwhile, enjoy the pics of his 23rd birthday at work and at home. (Oh by the way, did anyone watch “Born this Way” on A & E over the past two months? I soaked it up like a sponge.)
We’ve all made it through the holidays and into another new year, hopefully none the worse for the wear. I know there have been some major changes in some of your lives, and all of the words in the world won’t change a thing, because that, my friends, is called living. We take what Life throws our way, and we do the very best we can with it. I’ve been so busy working on all my little jobs that I haven’t been out and about doing anything fun and exciting to share with you, but that is going to change soon enough. I’m wondering if you might be so kind as to fill me in on what changes the new year may have brought to your lives.
BEFORE you do that, though, I’m going to give away a wonderful handmade surprise from K & G Candles, Soaps, and Scrubs by random drawing from the comment section. The hitch this time is that I am only going to do the drawing when there are at least 20 distinct comments (not counting my replies). So, if you do social media, please share a link to this post and encourage them to leave a comment. If not, somehow invite your friends over here and ask them to read and comment for a chance to win this . . .
A King Cake scented bath bomb AND they are throwing in a King Cake scented candle.
It’s a new year, so be kind and smile, because it doesn’t cost you a penny! And bring on those comments!!
Your lost (but found) little dog,