How cool!
As I hoofed it up the hill toward the house at the end of my hike/walk this evening, I heard these kids walking up the street talking, gearing themselves up to sing, but I thought they were just goofing around.
They knocked on the door as I was walking into the bedroom in my sweats to change into p.j.s.
"Oh, no," I heard, "That's the second one!" I hadn't clearly heard their knock and I wasn't sure they were on the front porch.
"She's coming back!" I heard as I popped back into the library. I guess you can see right through those sheers when you're outside in the dark.
This excited bunch from the Vasquez High School Service club also left me a candy cane with a note of cheer and a couple of little pom pons attached... and no strings! They didn't ask me to contribute to anything.
[EDIT: Oops! Forgot to mention that they sang a cheery "Jingle Bells" while they were here. Thanks, Raul V!]
Very cool. I'll write a note of thanks and send it over to the high school. And to think only yesterday I was dissing their namesake!
Have I mentioned recently how much I love my little town?
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Did they sing at all?
Oh, what lovely smiles. The last time someone showed up at my door, it was the wrong apartment they were knocking on. Ho-hum. I much prefer your visitors.
Read through the conversation -- nice (well, mostly; that part about the beaver's death is difficult) & well transcribed. I'm wondering if the older man had any sort of accent to "place" him; i.e., what part of the U.S. he might have been from originally? (Just curious.)
-CCC-
CCC - Thanks for letting me know. I know, the beaver thing was pretty awful. He sounded pretty basically Midwestern and he's been in SoCal a long time. But if I had to guess, there may have been a slight lilt of the northern Midwest's Scandinavian heritage. A bit of broadness in that repeated "Oh yeah" with no comma in between the words.
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