My Favorite Things

I love the Sound of Music.  It's a great musical that makes me happy every time I watch it.  I know all the songs by heart and most of the lines.  I could upload photos of me as Gretl when I was 7 if my scanner wasn't broken.  I was cuter than the girl in the movie.  I still have the white dress with the blue satin sash.

"My Favorite Things"  is the best.   I  practiced it on the  piano today--the real Rodgers and Hammerstein version.  It's really hard.  Lucy was singing it before dinner.  She doesn't know all the words and I have to prompt her.  I thought about the song all afternoon.  I saw a silly thing on the internet  that asked people to post their favorite things and win a Mother's Day prize.  I have a lot of  favorites, but when I thought about answering the question today, I thought,  "My favorite thing is gone.  No Mother's Day prize can fix that and how pathetic would it be to give that answer?"  So I clicked exit and walked away from the computer.

I guess I should watch the movie more.  Maybe it would help me remember, "When I'm feeling sad,  I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so bad.

(And no, Lucy, whenever I let you read this blog, this doesn't mean Ian is my favorite child.  I don't have a favorite child.)