walking around, singing nonsense

I don't know about you, but I walk around my house singing nonsense pretty much all the time.  Just now, as I was brewing coffee #2, I heard myself singing the following words:

This is not the day I expected to have, but I'm loving it anyway.

The melody is whatever it is.  The words, as above, also qualify as whatever.  Many, many times -- most of the time -- the songs are about, and sung to,  Mr. Burns.  They used to be all the time about Jasper, now known around here as Brown Guy.  

But really, this walking around, singing nonsense -- this is something I realize I do all the time.  Not just about and to the dogs.  Just 'cause.

This morning I was singing that specific song after getting back from a rainy 4-mile hike with Mr. Burns, Mr. Burns who sat so nicely for the photo included at the end of this post, Mr. Burns who makes me so happy so much of time.  I was supposed to be at a conference today that fell through last minute, so here I am, all this time on my hands, taking a long hike, making a slow cup of coffee.  Singing.

I got caught a couple of weeks ago even doing it at my job. My boss pointed it out, comfortably enough.  We were there late on a Friday night, both of us taking advantage of the fact that it was late on a Friday night, to get shit done that we couldn't otherwise get to.  She walked in and made some comment which I thought was profoundly puzzling, until I realized that she was responding to something I'd been singing to myself, sitting in my office.

And not just singing it once.  The thing about these songs is that they get repeated.

Fortunately it was after hours, so no one but her heard me.

I tell myself that this warbling is just another facet of being an early bird.  But I just realized that it's not necessarily early bird material.  Maybe it's more blue bird of happiness, than early bird.  Whatever bird it is, I do like to sing about stuff. And when I'm happy -- which is generally all the time, then that means I'm walking around, singing nonsense.

I'm not sure other people do this, as a rule.  I know the people I have lived with -- ok, Joe and The Kid -- do it, but whether they do it because it's a thing that people do or they do it because I do it, is something I have no way of knowing. 

Meanwhile, I'm still walking around, singing, drinking coffee #2 and feeling happy through and through.  

This is not the day I expected to have, but I'm loving it anyway.

Comments

[Carol]

Oh my God..... I found another person who does this. My sister just asked me to stop singing for a while. I will sing anything whether it is a song or just something I make up. And I sing it over and over sometimes. What is going on? I sing w hile making coffee, while walking around doing my chores, etc. After my sister asked me to stop this a.m. I started singing, "I've always been crazy, but it keeps me from going insane."..... I get stuck on one song and sing it over and over. Whatever it is.... I'm okay with it...LOL