A little background music

Last night we invited a neighborhood couple over for dinner.  It was impromptu and very casual.  I had made a pan of lasagna and I know my dear anonymous husband and I cannot eat a whole pan for dinner.  We will see that same lasagna for the next week.  Really it is worse than Thanksgiving leftovers when I make it.  So, to ward off looking at those noodles for the next week, my solution is to invite someone over to help us eat it!

I mentioned that to mention this.  In order to have some background ambience, I turned the television to the golden oldie music channel and let it play in the background.  No one really noticed it during dinner or during the conversation after dinner.  But it was there.

When we were all settled in for the night, neighbors gone, dirty dishes in the dishwasher and laptops in our perspective laps, my dear anonymous hubby and I sat and listened to the music.  It was wonderful!  He grew up in a very rural area and the music he listened to as a child was country/bluegrass.  I was a “city” girl.  We listened to the radio and all the current music.  I would catch him looking at me as I sang quietly along with the songs.  They took me back to places and events I hadn’t thought of in years.

I could remember the smell of spring coming in through the open windows of our home, dancing like idiots with my sisters, conversations with them also.  I could remember hearing my mother sing songs that were popular.  Wonderful memories.

There were songs that put me back to walking to elementary school in the snow the winter after my mother died.  Hearing my older sister encourage us to sing songs that she hoped would brush the grief away and get us going one more day without our mother’s presence.  It’s funny, but I remember every word of the songs popular that year.  Music did play a part in the healing process, I guess.

There were also songs from my high school years.  I remembered how it felt to dance my first dance.  How it felt to have someone’s arms around me, the thrill of being near to my first summer romance, the glow of his smile and the energy you just had at that moment.

Before we knew it, it was well past midnight and we sat listening and walking down memory lane for several more minutes.

This morning as I was fixing breakfast I heard some familiar strains coming from the living room.  I walked in to find the music channel back on.  I looked at my Sweetie and he smiled.  So, today our home has been filled with nostalgic sounds and our conversation has drifted back and forth from the past and the present.  The mood of the music and house has matched the outdoors today, warm, pleasant.

Often we are not so blessed to have such a relaxed day, there are appointments to keep, cobwebs to sweep and schedules that dictate our every move.  I take this day as a gift.  It was a mini break from the usual hectic pace we too often keep.  I sit as the sun is beginning its descent in the West and I thank my Lord for such a blessing it has been.  He uses any thing that will get our attention to bless us and help  us.  For that I am grateful.

On top of all the blessing today, I was also notified that I had my first “follower” of my blog.  What a brave person!!  We may never meet, but that was the cherry on top of my ice cream sundae day.  So, thank you brave person.  I hope I can bless you as much as you did me.  As always, I am your Dear Anonymous Friend

Published by marycatherinethomas

M. Catherine Thomas is a published writer, speaker and teacher. Mother of two and grandmother..

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