White Dog whispered to me, "every song sounds the same, stop encouraging all her squeaky noise." "I know you are having an achy day, Dear One, maybe you would be more comfortable over in the office on your bed. You could have quiet and not spoil Opal's fun."
Opal was entertaining me with a pre-lunch 'concert' of her singing along to her squeaky toys. "All your favorites, momma," she advertised. Opal is my devoted caegiver who spends huge chunks of her day at my side. I laugh when she has been out sunning herself or sitting in the Watching Window and comes zooming back to me because it has been, in her mind, too long since she checked on me. "Make it sing!" was one of the first commands My Sparkling One mastered so the music she creates holds special meaning.
Steve helped White Dog get comfortable in the office where he was listening to something in the classical vein. Opal and I returned to her music of the avant garde. "When you are tired of performing," I tell her, "you can sit next to me and we can listen to Philip Glass."
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How nice of Opal to give you a personal performance/concert, Mom Sue! And how great that Dad Steve helped find White Dog a quite place to nap.
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