Sponge-Like

You can listen to this song while you read my post today. There’s a HUGE clarinet solo opening. The lyrics pay homage to it before coming out to play.

In any case, hello.

I have a phase I go through now and then. I turn into a sort of sponge that soaks up education, and I spend every spare minute (yea, even second) reading and learning and (apologies to those who happen to bump into me) sharing.

I get absolutely sloshed on Wikipedia.
About a month ago, I found an out-of-print book by Paul Harvey. It was $1 (maybe less?) at a yard sale. I bought it and gave it to Dad. I looked through it the other day, and I wrote down the names of three men he briefly discusses in a holiday article he titled “The ‘Other’ Three Wise Men.”
It was published on Christmas Eve in a Kentucky Newspaper. It’s title is different, but if you click
HERE
you can read it. You can also see the prices of candy bars in mid-70’s.

I look forward to curling up at night with my 12 episode documentary on US History. I’m only on episode 6. I still have WWWII to look forward to! If you know me, you know that WW2 (pronounced dubb-ul-yuh-dubb-ul-yuh 2) is my absolute favorite war.
My iPod is my constant companion in these phases. For music? Hardly. For podcasts? Most definitely. I feast on speeches, and yesterday I did almost every dish in my house (because almost every dish in my house was dirty) while I listened to a man quote Brigham Young for almost an hour.
Have you ever listened to Brigham Young quotes? LDS or not, you’d love it. Unless you hate common sense.

And I must say: my husband is right there with me (podcasts excepting).
Have we become one of “those” couples who gets giddy about hot chocolate, a blanket, and a good documentary? Well, no. We haven’t become.
We always have been; although, I prefer the historic type and he prefers the predator/prey type.
We can usually find common ground in the Egyptian area. Mummies, curses, buried gold…

Enjoy today, friend.
There’s definitely a reason to -whether it’s because there’s something good in store or simply because you’re NOT lying on a filthy gurney getting your severed arm completely amputated.
We just finished the Civil War episode…