We have two different kinds of phones in our house: the old fashioned plugged in princess style and then a set of three cordless walk around kind that was given to us. That's as high tec as we are right now. James set up the cordless ones for us and we have learned to enjoy being able to pick them up and walk around (when we remember we can take them with us when working in a room without a phone!). I finally remembered to have James imput the right date and time into the system last month. He was sitting there fiddling with it for a while when I heard music coming from it--different tunes--and only then realized that we could have it play a tune when someone called instead of just ringing. He was playing through the choices when suddenly I laughed and said "that's the one"! So now when the phone rings we hear a continual round because they do not all ring at the same time: first the old phone in my sewing room, then the newer ones in our bedroom and by the desk, then the musical one by my chair in the living room, then the old, then the new, then the music, and so on until one of us answers it.
What's this have to do with our differences? Simple. David does not always appreciate my choice of music. Usually I try to enjoy it when he isn't here or choose one that he can appreciate when he is home or we are both in the car. But the phone doesn't ring by that rule. When he is home I let him answer because 99.9% of the calls are for him. Well, the other day it rang and he was in the dining room and couldn't get to the phone before the music was in it's second round and he came through the living room muttering "I'm going to have James change that !" while I'm sitting there with a big grin on my face wanting to stand up and start reciting "In the thrilling days of yesteryear---". Know what the song is? When I was a girl in school (before the days of television) if I had my chores done and didn't play it too loud I could listen to the after school kids shows. There were three that I liked: Jack Armstrong, Sky King and my favorite, The Lone Ranger. I had the whole opening spiel memorized and would recite it with the announcer while the theme song was playing in the background. To this day when I hear the William Tell Overture I want to stand up and shout "The Lone Ranger rides again!". I kid David and tell him he had a deprived childhood because he didn't get to experience some of the things I did.
Differences keep life interesting. Wouldn't it be boring if we were all exactly alike? I am personally glad that the good Lord had fun and created such a variety when He made this world. We may not always like everything in it but the wondrous variety and beauty of it is a continual joy to me. Just this morning every tree, bush and even the fence arould the dog pen was coated with sparkling frost. Tried to get some pictures but don't know yet how good they are until one of my computer guys check them out for me as I haven't yet learned how to do that. Take time to enjoy the little things.
P.S. Hooray! Here are two: the first of the juniper tree in Poocharoo's pen and the second of our little pear tree on our side of the street blending into the big elm in front of James' house across the street. They look almost like they are in bloom. Gorgeous!!
Heard a gospel song ths morning that I liked. It had a new turn on an old saying: "I'll be there be the good Lord willing and the church don't rise!" Take care and God bless!
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