Happy Rosh Hashana, friends! (Or, as my friend Elyse taught me years ago, L’Shana Tova!)
And happy Thinking Out Loud Thursday! Thank you all so much for your helpful comments on dealing with Writer’s Block on Tuesday’s post. I probably wouldn’t have been able to pull this post together without your inspiring words
While I normally do TOL in Top 8 List style, today my thoughts are rather long winded, so I cut the list down to 3 things for the sake of everyone’s attention spans.
Thought #1: Last year I recounted a conversation I had with my mother, and I think it’s time the internet once again bear witness to the latest exchange:
Yesterday morning my mother called me before work.
Upon hearing me mumble something sleepy resembling “hello” into the phone, she replied “good moooorning” in an upbeat sing-songy voice, which is nothing out of the ordinary.
While I buried my face further into my pillow she continued in song, inquiring about my well-being and agenda for the day before casually mentioning, in the key of C, that “today is Sing Your Words Day.”
Sensing my reluctance to participate she quickly added: “As is customary the day before Rosh Hashanaaaa.”
While I had the nagging suspicion she was making this up, I went right along with it because while I may be many things, ‘defier of imaginary traditions’ is not one of them.
So I sang the sentence: “I don’t remember doing this last year…”
To which she sang back: “Well then, think harder dear…”
And then we harmonized on the “dear” until I needed another sip of coffee.
Thought #2: In other news, I regret to inform you all that Boston rats seem to have lost their sense of urgency.
As I approached a rat on the sidewalk yesterday evening expecting it to scamper, as rats do, I was disappointed that this rat had taken it upon himself to disprove the old adage that it is more afraid of me than I am of it.
After a prolonged staring contest, the rat blinked first and sauntered shamelessly back into the bush from whence it came.
This leads me to the conclusion that rats have forgotten their place in society, which I blame entirely on mass media’s irresponsible portrayal of precocious vermin in movies like Ratatouille and Stuart Little.
Thought #3: In other things-that-don’t-know-their-place news, my glasses are refusing to stay on my nose lately. I could just make a reminder on my phone to get them tightened, but since we’re thinking out loud today, y’all are getting in on that information.
Where’s your favorite place to sing- car? shower? other?
What’s your biggest phobia? (Rats are mine, who’s with me?)
What’s something weird your family does?
(Thanks for hosting, Amanda!)