In The Lake.
|NOT THE RACCOON IN THE LAKE...THIS ONE IS MUCH LESS BLOATED A WHOLE LOT CUTER|
Our 'hood has a homeowners' association. I got drafted to be on the board. It's all Phil's fault, and don't you think otherwise for one second.
One board member dug in his cloven hooves and didn't want to reimburse the person who had it cleared from the lake.
I swear, what's this world coming to?
All I could think was there are far more important things to do with my life than argue over a freaking dead raccoon.
Like write a post about a dead freaking raccoon.
My inner hippie wanted us all to hold hands and sing Kumbaya.
But since I'm not a hippie (and I don't have a personal recording of Kumbaya), I thought I'd make myself famous and introduce my very first YouTube video of the next best thing.
Brief intro...A couple years back...my mom, my daughter, and I sang as a trio at Saturday evening mass. Mom and Emma are both music majors and have beautiful voices. I shamelessly begged them to let me play along and they were gracious enough to let me.
They're my two favorite women in the world.
I give you....my very first (rudimentary) YouTube video.
And since Peace was Flowing Like a Dead Raccoon in a Lake in my neighborhood, I decided Peace should Flow like a River instead.
This was recorded in Mom's living room, so be kind.
Mom's on guitar and melody. I'm on alto harmony. Emma is on descant.
There are some lovely key changes and some lovelier 3-part harmony.
In the end, Cloven Hooves sang Kumbaya.
And all was well in the 'hood.