S & S blog tonight (Short and Sweet).

If you haven't seen the Youtube of the singing of the Hallelujah Chorus in Macy's, this is what you might like to do. Go to Youtube.com and where it says SEARCH, type in Hallelujah Chorus at Macy's. What it is, is a 650 voice choir (composed of many choirs in Philadelphia). But it just looks like Macy's is having a good turn out of shoppers that day. The organ (the largest in the world, 28,000 pipes, for Corn's sake) is playing a nice piece and then, without warning, you hear the familiar strains of the Hallelujah Chorus introduction. I immediately got the chills when the voices came in. Really and truly, to me the Hallelujah Chorus is THE most magnificent song on the planet. How can all souls not help but rise up and worship the living Christ when this music sounds forth?

This "performance" was part of a program called Random Acts of Culture. Isn't that super cool? And good for Macy's for participating. I'm all for innovative ways of stirring some passion for classical music. But this was so special because it exalted the Lord. I was thinking, Wonder how long before the ACLU sues Macy's. Then I read a bunch of the comments on Youtube and someone else expressed the same sentiment. Well, praise God, I felt this idea was very hopeful and inspiring.

And, when the music started, guess who came trotting up, meowing, and jumped on the computer desk? Not only that, I played the video a second time and guess who came trotting up, meowing, a second time? I should figure out which instrument to start Robby on.

Then DTD appeared. Then she disappeared into the downstairs hallway and then into the laundry room. She reappeared with her hands full of rolls of paper towels and TP. Glad to oblige.

DTD is insulted that we fly to Germany on her birthday. Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking having a baby in mid-December. December 13th. It's hard to pull off Thanksgiving, DTD'S birthday and Christmas, all in your basic one fell swoop. Last year for her birthday I got her an ornament tree called The 12 Days of Christmas. My sister said she and DTD had seen it in a Crate and Barrel catalog and DTD seemed smitten with it. I thought, Perfect! Because there are exactly 12 days from her birthday to Christmas.

She took it back.

I'm supposed to get my 15 minutes of sun between noon and 3 PM. Mike's nutritionist said so. Rats. At least there is sun on the back deck at that time. You are supposed to expose as much skin as you can, too. Just sayin'.

Worried about cleaning the house because our German friend is going to stay with the pets while we are in Germany, and Germans are famous for being CLEAN FREAKS!!! I am in deep trouble.

In DEEP,
KEM