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| Go ahead! Sing! |
How do you 'rise and shine'?
Throughout my life, I have been
summoned from sleep in various ways.
Some gentle.
Some strident.
All annoying.
My mom, a member of the 'never wake a
sleeping child' sorority, let me sleep in till I woke up on my own.
Well, until I went to school, that is.
Then, her usual wake up call consisted
of, “Diane! Get up! The bus will be here in ten minutes!”
Okay, I will admit that she usually
called me much earlier than that.
I just wasn't listening.
Ahem.
Dad's form of summoning consisted of
one word. “Spring!”
And it was always obeyed instantly.
My Mom, you could coax and cajole, but
dad?
You moved.
Because.
Often, I found myself standing beside
my bed with no idea of how I got there.
My Husby took a more creative, albeit
(Oooh! Good word!) equally annoying route.
He would sing.
Badly.
But loudly.
In our house, 'Oh, What a Beautiful
Morning!', the usually bright, happy, uplifting anthem from Oklahoma,
sounded more like . . . honking.
Or a chorus of frogs.
Or ball-bearings rolling around in a
hubcap.
(Don't ask me how I know what that
sounds like.)
His 'singing' brought instant . . .
let me put it this way: No one slept through it.
“Dad! Aarrgghh!”
Success.
Moving ahead . . .
Our oldest son had recently become
engaged.
To a beautiful girl.
Our entire family had travelled to Fort
Macleod to a reunion.
Our future daughter-in-law was bunking
with our other daughters.
It was morning.
There was far too much sleeping going
on.
My Husby decided he needed to do
something proactive.
He went to the door of the girls' room.
Cleared his throat.
And started singing.
You really haven't heard 'Oh What a
Beautiful Morning' sung quite like he sings it.
Our future daughter-in-law looked at
her future sister-in-law.
“Does he always do this?”
Her answer was muffled by the pillow
over her future sister-in-law's head. “Yes.”
“Oh. Hmmm. Maybe I'll have to rethink
my joining this family.”
She did join. She comes from hardy
stock.
I thought I'd tell you that in case you
were worried.
Back to my story . . .
This morning, my alarm woke me.
“Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla . . .”
Suddenly I missed my Mom's repeated
time updates, my Dad's single word warnings and my Husby's singing.
It's all a matter of perspective.
