The sky is dark and full of clouds. It threatens to rain, but inside I listen to my dad play Unclouded Day on his guitar and harmonica and know a day is coming when the storm clouds will no longer rise. Did he realize just how much he sang about heaven? Of course he did; these are the songs he took into the nursing homes each week to give hope, hope to those who were in the autumn of their years. I'm sure he never imagined he would reach the destination before many of those he sought to comfort, but I have to wonder if he had any idea how much comfort these old songs would be to us. Now if only I really knew how to work these programs and this equipment. I somehow managed to burn several CD's of one recording but now that I want to do another one I have no clue how I did it.
a little breather...
3 hours ago
don't ya get frustrated when that happens? Don't ya just wish you could scan music like you scan pictures? I got the scan thing down now. Music? I use to have that down to, then my computer glitched and now I don't remember how to get my music on blogger... I will just find other fish to fry, or listen to yours :)
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