26 March 2011

Psalm 23

There was a spring thunderstorm the other day! A thunderstorm! yay! A thunderstorm that started right as I was putting DaveyBug Jr down for bed! Not so great!

Right around Christmas there was one evening when he wouldn't sleep, so I sang him a song, and then he started asking for a song every time, and since I don't know all that many songs, or at least complete ones, it tends to be the same ones every week. And, since all the music I've constructively sung in the past 5 months has been church-related, they tend to be church songs. He's started asking for Amazing Grace by name. Which is cute. I also wonder if I'm crossing an invisible line drawn by his Buddhist(-ish?) parents? Should I not be singing about Jesus?

On Thursday while Tiny was napping, Big and I were having a delightful round of Ring Around the Rosie, and after a few particularly good spins we were both on our backs on the floor giggling. I have always been very easy to dizzify, so I was definitely dizzy. and apparently so was Big, because he stared up at the ceiling and said quietly, "Mooooving..." which was hilarious.


When I lived in my various apartments (all in the same building) in Northwest DC, I always kind of assumed that all living spaces have cockroaches, and they will always be in your kitchen and/or bathroom at night, no matter how clean you keep your house. I did a pretty good job of keeping a clean apartment, and stopping the sink at night, and all the other things that you do, and there were not many of the nasty things, but they were definitely there.
But now I live on the East side of town, and mostly work on the East side, and NONE of my houses that I work in have cockroaches! Doesn't matter if it is a clean house or messyish house or a basement apartment, I have seen no cockroaches! However, all the houses/apartments I work in over in Northwest have them. A few of my houses in Southeast have had trouble with mice, though. I've never seen mice at Bear's house, though, and that may have something to do with his two cats, who may only have a combined total of 7 legs, but are very fierce.

I am well aware that this is not the way that household pests work. I'm sure that cockroaches are not restricted to the northwest quadrant of the city, and that mice are not restricted to Southeast, and that not all houses in Northeast have an opossum that occasionally hangs around on the transom of their back door. These are merely my observations.

2 comments:

Muslim Hippie said...

Your post was very entertaining. I never seem to understand the title though. what does Psalm mean?

mk said...

thanks! I don't really have a rhyme or reason for my title, I usually just make it whatever song was stuck in my head at the time, or whatever I see around me (like 100% apple juice?). Someday I'll go back to the titles making sense, I just don't make the effort right now. Rarely do my posts make sense, anyway.

Psalms is a book from the Old Testament, I think the word "psalm" means .. praises? Psalm 23 is where the "valley of the shadow of death" comes from, if you've ever heard that, and it's heavy on the Shepherd metaphor (the Lord is my Shepherd, he guides me with his staff, there are green pastures, etc). It's actually quite a pleasant passage, especially for the Old Testament, which can be so violent. I sang a choral arrangement of the 23rd psalm several years ago, and it was stuck in my head that day.