I don''t understand why this happens
When I was a kid, a guy named Alan Sherman did a song about Camp Granada.
Like Hi Lili, Hi Lili Hi Lo Hi Lo, I have not heard the song in years! So why did I wake up having," Hello Mudda. Hello Fadda, here I am at Camp Granada." running through my brain?
And the chorus...."Take me home, oh Mudda Fadda, take me home, I hate Granada. Don't leave me out in the forest where I might get eaten by a bear"
If I remember, Leonard Skinner got ptomaine poisoning after dinner. And a boy named Spivey was covered in poison ivy.
Somebody was lost and there was now a searching party.
Anyway, I guess I will Google it to see if what I remember is what it was. Sometimes the memory is a little weak.
But why did this song pop into my brain? I have not heard it in years
Am I regressing toward childhood?
Are diapers in my future?
Good grief.
I went to a bench dedication at the museum today. Jackie looked at the radar and it said rain at 1. The dedication started at 1 and she reasoned it would not be good to be in the rain in a wheelchair so she stayed home. It rained about 1:15.
The bench was dedicated to Steve Strang, who was Santa for a long time. He also decorated hay bales and helped with a lot of things around the museum.
The bench was made from recycled bottle caps. A local service club...I think Golden K? Or is it Lions? .... (DJ will tell in the comments) collects the caps, sorts them, cleans them, and sends them to Indiana where the caps are melted to make benches, picnic tables, planters and other items.
I think it is a really good program. I did not bring my bag of caps today, but I will drop them off sometime.
I also blanched 10 ears of sweetcorn, stripped the corn from the cob, and froze it.
But the best part of the day was sipping a coffee from Cypress House while reading on our porch. And napping. I need to do that more often.
Peace and Love
Especially Peace
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