Despite the raspy voice, I tried to sing in the car last week! My car was actually in the workshop for service and I was driving hubby’s car. The radio was on and although I would have much preferred my music (CDs) without the DJ’s constant chatter, I dealt with it.
A favorite song came on and the Adele in me tried, in vain, to sing along. What was I thinking of? I can hardly string an audible sentence and there I was trying to sing. Silly me.
Once upon a time, when I was just 20 months old, I followed my older sibling to kindergarten and loved it. And I kept following him to school until Mom had no choice but to enrol me.
During the first few days, I was such a quiet little child and coped well, Mom was relieved it worked out fine. But after one term, the Report Card came back and it stated I was a “Chatterbox” and very talkative in class…
I guess some things don’t change, the chatterbox in me even when I am down with laryngitis.
It’s a new week and I have not recovered from my laryngitis. Some people think I sound sexy; M2 thinks I sound cute. I am just a little thankful that at least some sound comes out, awful as it may be.
Maybe it’s because I have been talking too much, straining my voice box that it is taking so long to recover. I can’t help it. Unless I stay home and vegetate, when I am out I have to talk.
Chatterbox.
It was the Christmas Eve morning and I happened to observe the two parrot babies again and something was definitely not right! They didn’t look normal and had this shedding look, like a snake changing its skin. Oh no!
On closer inspection, they were indeed bullied. And traumatized. Hubby said the shedding were signs of defence under a threatened situation. On top of this, there were some missing scales on their body and fear in the eyes. Svetlana!
We had no choice but to move them to the pond to join the big boys and Svetlana’s moment of company was short lived. Within a few minutes, their little bodies were back to its normal color and without the shedding look. But several hours later, one of them did not live to see Christmas because it was traumatized beyond therapy. Sniffle. Poor thing.
Looks like the surviving one may have to do the community living with the others if we want it to stay alive and up until now, I must say it is doing very well. Thank goodness.
Svetlana rules her little aquarium yet again. And alone.
Within a week, we became quite the movie buff! The three of us watched Star Wars The Force Awakens and The Peanuts Movie last week; and on Tuesday, hubby and I watched Ip Man 3 with some friends after dinner.
I think this is by far our best run. Three movies within such a short time span. Dad, the movie buff, would be proud of me finally catching his trait.
It was the Christmas week and I never noticed until Wednesday when I spotted two new residents in the little aquarium. The first thing that came to my mind was Svetlana’s got company. Yay.
But as I stared at the two little parrot fishes, fear gripped me. They were not moving! Oh no. I called out to hubby and asked him if there were okay because both of them were huddled in the bottom corner and looking half dead.
He came downstairs and reached his arm in to check and both the fishes startled and had a fright! They were actually sleeping with their eyes open. Silly me and I thought the Russian Betta did them in.
(Embarrassed)…
It’s the first day for everything in 2016, school for M2, work for us and classes for M1 too except that her first day will be our tomorrow, being half way around the world from us.
It was a quiet start for me, with the laryngitis still persisting. I went and played golf on Saturday hoping maybe a sweat will work wonders. It did somewhat, some sound can be heard when I speak. But I think it was mostly a good rest over the long break that did the trick.
I am still thinking about the book to read to kick off the year but I am very pleased that my virtual games all progressed very well. Levels that I was stuck at were finally overcomed and it feels good.
Looking forward to a good year ahead!
Happy New Year! It’s a brand new year and a quiet one. Yes, I am still down with laryngitis and totally drained of energy to even talk. So we had a quiet unfancy dinner at home and quietly ushered in the new year at the stroke of midnight. Hopefully when the weekend is over, I will be back to normal.
Not quite the start to a new year that I had envisioned…
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