Morning serenade
I've never hear anything but barking dogs when I'm out for the morning dog walk. It's always the same dogs -- a little yippy-yappy one three blocks away that growls occasionally and barks for.ever, and what sounds like a much, much larger dog two doors down. I never see them.
Anyway, this morning I heard music! Wafting rather loudly for 6:something in the morning, from a house about two blocks away.
It's kind of weird because I just learned that my dad's coming for a visit and, until Karen Carpenter came along, Marty Robbins was my dad's favorite singer -- at least, that's what we all thought.
OK, I'm off to sell a bunch of crap, um, I mean some really great stuff at a rummage sale (tomorrow, too)!
I would love to hear Marty Robbins wafting through the neighborhood! I grew up listening to 60s and 70s country music- hearing that would put me back on a Saturday morning, cleaning house with my parents' hifi playing John Denver or Don Williams, Mel Tillis and Charley Pride.
Posted by: Gretchen | 18 September 2009 at 08:54 AM
Marty Robbins, yum! I think I would have just sat on their front porch and listened to the whole thing.
Posted by: Lorette | 18 September 2009 at 11:13 AM
Thanks, that was great fun! Good luck with the rummage sale.
Posted by: Birdsong | 18 September 2009 at 05:28 PM