Shockingly, I completely forgot to mention that Sarah participated in the Christmas pageant today. She was an angel, stood up there in front of the big crowd, sang along with the songs, actually got up on the stage for one sequence!
Pardon me for going overboard here, but this is the first time that she has participated in these activities. Usually, she goes to the practices and then freezes when performance time comes.
1. Why do you sound so depressed? The whole time I'm listening to your blog, I'm feeling a sense of incongruity, because what you're describing is supposed to be a happy and joyous thing, but you sound like someone just shot your dog. Actually, come to think of it, you always sound that way on the phone. Are you aware you have DPV (Depressed Phone Voice)?
2. You also sound more Southern than usual--a real Georgia boy. A depressed Southerner, that's what you sound like.
But thanks, as always, for sharing. And please cheer up!!
Yes, I do suffer from DPV, an affliction that I have struggled with for years and hope that Congress (or maybe the next Bluth family fund-raiser) will see fit to target this disease for eradication.
The other reason for my sound is because I was sitting upstairs and was trying to speak softly--Sarah was taking a nap in her room and I didn't want to wake her up.
So, that is the reason why it might have sounded less joyous . . . oh, and I was pretty tired as well. We had signed up for coffee hour refreshments after the service (before we knew that this day would be the first day in the new building AND the date of the Christmas pageant). There were LOTS of people there and I was standing up a lot, pouring drinks, keeping the table clear of clutter, etc.
So, there you go.
I work on appropriately signalling my mood in the future.
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Shockingly, I completely forgot to mention that Sarah participated in the Christmas pageant today. She was an angel, stood up there in front of the big crowd, sang along with the songs, actually got up on the stage for one sequence!
Pardon me for going overboard here, but this is the first time that she has participated in these activities. Usually, she goes to the practices and then freezes when performance time comes.
Hopefully, it is a sign of good things to come.
There's much to be said for having/finding/making a place where you belong.
O.K., David, I have two comments:
1. Why do you sound so depressed? The whole time I'm listening to your blog, I'm feeling a sense of incongruity, because what you're describing is supposed to be a happy and joyous thing, but you sound like someone just shot your dog. Actually, come to think of it, you always sound that way on the phone. Are you aware you have DPV (Depressed Phone Voice)?
2. You also sound more Southern than usual--a real Georgia boy. A depressed Southerner, that's what you sound like.
But thanks, as always, for sharing. And please cheer up!!
Yes, I do suffer from DPV, an affliction that I have struggled with for years and hope that Congress (or maybe the next Bluth family fund-raiser) will see fit to target this disease for eradication.
The other reason for my sound is because I was sitting upstairs and was trying to speak softly--Sarah was taking a nap in her room and I didn't want to wake her up.
So, that is the reason why it might have sounded less joyous . . . oh, and I was pretty tired as well. We had signed up for coffee hour refreshments after the service (before we knew that this day would be the first day in the new building AND the date of the Christmas pageant). There were LOTS of people there and I was standing up a lot, pouring drinks, keeping the table clear of clutter, etc.
So, there you go.
I work on appropriately signalling my mood in the future.
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