Guest guest Posted January 8, 2010 Report Share Posted January 8, 2010 Well, it's the second week of January, and I'm headed for Atlanta, just like I've done for the last twelve years. It's GAFILK time! Music all weekend. The pair o'dachs are traveling with us. Taking sliced turkey and sliced roast beef, a breakfast casserole, and souffle bread. Othe assorted things. Be back Tuesday. Usual caveats to you folks: don't do anything I wouldn't do, which leaves ya'll entirely too much latitude! — Marilyn New Orleans, Louisiana, USA Undiagnosed IBS since 1976, SCD since 2001 Darn Good SCD Cook No Human Children Shadow & Sunny Longhair Dachshund Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 11, 2010 Report Share Posted January 11, 2010 <grin> I'm back, and you all never even missed me! Had a great time. Stayed SCD the whole time -- had a long talk with the maitre d' at a restaurant I ate at about his daughter's " food allergies " and suggested some things he could try. Lots of music. Some serious. Some silly. Loads of people who have become my friends over the last twelve years. Friday evening starts with " Strangers No More... " and Sunday afternoon we end with the same: Strangers No MoreCopyright ©1987 by Sinclair Sutton- All Rights Reserved Plans are made, pennies pinched, Time goes creeping by, Bags and instruments are packed, Our bosses shake their heads and sigh. We're going for a weekend, We'll drive or fly or crawl To the oddest burgs and ballrooms Where we answer to the call (of) Chorus: One voice singing, one hand strumming, Slowly building note by note there starts a quiet humming, Lyrics brush the memory, somebody starts a drone, The basses fill the bottom in, there sounds a baritone. Layer upon layer swells with alto and contralto, The melody enhanced by soaring tenor and soprano. Strangers no more we sing, and sing, and sing, and sing! Strangers no more we sing, and sing, and sing, and sing! She drives a truck, he computes That one teaches school. The only rule among us is, " There really are no rules. " Some like ose, some fantasy, Some science fiction strong. The one thing that unites us is Our love of harmony and song (with) Chorus Bridge: Some folks fit in easily, no matter where they are. Others stand off from the rest and pin their hopes on stars. We each spent some time drifting in a crowded world, alone But now we pack our bags and songs, And skip off to our monthly home (where) Strangers no more we sing, and sing, and sing, and sing! Strangers no more we sing, and sing, and sing, and sing! Well, it's been too long. How's your life? Familiarity. A kiss, a hug, a back gets rubbed By one of every five I see. You read my shirt. I read your badge. We sit and trade a song. I may not know you Friday night, But we're good friends when Sunday's gone (with) Chorus twice. I look forward to next year, when the toastmaster will be a gentleman whom Harry and I introduced to filking more years ago than either he or we want to think about! — Marilyn New Orleans, Louisiana, USA Undiagnosed IBS since 1976, SCD since 2001 Darn Good SCD Cook No Human Children Shadow & Sunny Longhair Dachshund At 10:22 AM 1/8/2010, you wrote: Well, it's the second week of January, and I'm headed for Atlanta, just like I've done for the last twelve years. It's GAFILK time! Music all weekend. The pair o'dachs are traveling with us. Taking sliced turkey and sliced roast beef, a breakfast casserole, and souffle bread. Othe assorted things. Be back Tuesday. Usual caveats to you folks: don't do anything I wouldn't do, which leaves ya'll entirely too much latitude! — Marilyn New Orleans, Louisiana, USA Undiagnosed IBS since 1976, SCD since 2001 Darn Good SCD Cook No Human Children Shadow & Sunny Longhair Dachshund Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 12, 2010 Report Share Posted January 12, 2010 Terrific song! Welcome back. We certainly noticed the presence of your absence. Ruth Re: Bound Away!Posted by: " Wizop Marilyn L. Alm " LouisianaSCDLagniappe@... marilynxaTue Jan 12, 2010 8:37 am (PST) I'm back, and you all never even missed me! Had a great time. Stayed SCD the whole time -- had a long talk with the maitre d' at a restaurant I ate at about his daughter's " food allergies " and suggested some things he could try. Lots of music. Some serious. Some silly. Loads of people who have become my friends over the last twelve years. Friday evening starts with " Strangers No More... " and Sunday afternoon we end with the same: Strangers No More Copyright ©1987 by Sinclair Sutton- All Rights Reserved Plans are made, pennies pinched, Time goes creeping by, Bags and instruments are packed, Our bosses shake their heads and sigh. We're going for a weekend, We'll drive or fly or crawl To the oddest burgs and ballrooms Where we answer to the call (of) Chorus: One voice singing, one hand strumming, Slowly building note by note there starts a quiet humming, Lyrics brush the memory, somebody starts a drone, The basses fill the bottom in, there sounds a baritone. Layer upon layer swells with alto and contralto, The melody enhanced by soaring tenor and soprano. Strangers no more we sing, and sing, and sing, and sing! Strangers no more we sing, and sing, and sing, and sing! She drives a truck, he computes That one teaches school. The only rule among us is, " There really are no rules. " Some like ose, some fantasy, Some science fiction strong. The one thing that unites us is Our love of harmony and song (with) Chorus Bridge: Some folks fit in easily, no matter where they are. Others stand off from the rest and pin their hopes on stars. We each spent some time drifting in a crowded world, alone But now we pack our bags and songs, And skip off to our monthly home (where) Strangers no more we sing, and sing, and sing, and sing! Strangers no more we sing, and sing, and sing, and sing! Well, it's been too long. How's your life? Familiarity. A kiss, a hug, a back gets rubbed By one of every five I see. You read my shirt. I read your badge. We sit and trade a song. I may not know you Friday night, But we're good friends when Sunday's gone (with) Chorus twice. I look forward to next year, when the toastmaster will be a gentleman whom Harry and I introduced to filking more years ago than either he or we want to think about! — Marilyn New Orleans, Louisiana, USA Undiagnosed IBS since 1976, SCD since 2001 Darn Good SCD Cook No Human Children Shadow & Sunny Longhair Dachshund At 10:22 AM 1/8/2010, you wrote: >Well, it's the second week of January, and I'm >headed for Atlanta, just like I've done for the last twelve years. > >It's GAFILK time! > >Music all weekend. The pair o'dachs are traveling with us. > >Taking sliced turkey and sliced roast beef, a >breakfast casserole, and souffle bread. Othe assorted things. > >Be back Tuesday. > >Usual caveats to you folks: don't do anything I >wouldn't do, which leaves ya'll entirely too much latitude! > > >— Marilyn > New Orleans, Louisiana, USA > Undiagnosed IBS since 1976, SCD since 2001 > Darn Good SCD Cook > No Human Children > Shadow & Sunny Longhair Dachshund > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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