Do You Hear the People Sing?

Sunday afternoon karaoke with my sister is pure joy. This video is from two weeks ago. Note that we are sharing a snuggie and singing into roses made out of duct tape.

And this afternoon I discovered Broadway aficionados in a couple of my other friends. We sang every word on the first disc of my Les Mis album plus "A Little Fall of Rain" and the finale on the second. Levi and Amanda know every word, hit every note, and don't miss a single cue. Robert and Jackie took some help from the printed lyrics. (I confess it has been awhile since I sat down with the booklet and sang along with Valjean, Cosette, and the others, so I had to peek over their shoulders now and again.)

Then we moved on to selections from RENT and ended with the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel's Messiah.

Robert must be curious about the storyline between Javert and Valjean, because he is now watching Hollywood's version of Les Miserables starring Geoffrey Rush and Liam Neeson.

It's a Good Idea to Keep a Blanket In Your Car

First of all, thank you to all of you who have expresses love and support and solidarity regarding my husband's father. It means so much to both of us right now. We decided to come to Utah and spend a few days with our family, and it has been wonderful.

We left on Friday after work and relived last year's Christmas dinner at the Quik Trip on our way out of town.



We drove all night and after a pit stop in Park City to freshen up and say "hey" to my mom and Jim, we came to Bob's sister's house and finished up the boys' Halloween costumes. They were Vikings, and Stella and George were dragons. Trick or treating with cousins beats trick or treating without, no contest.


Today I caught up with my punk brother and rubbed my knuckles on his head.



Stella did her best to remind him why he moved out in the first place.

Now, however, after a series of unfortunate events, we are locked out of the house at two in the morning. Nobody will wake up. We have called and rung the bell, they are all exhausted. Our only option is to sleep in the car. In the time it took me to type this, George and Robert have passed out. I think I'll join them.



Nighty Night!