Sometimes I’m Beaker
I took Doggy out this morning for a shorter than usual walk, took the ball to at least make him run a little.
It was peaceful there, nobody was at the gardens (or that is what it appeared to be) so I enjoyed the solitude and decided to sing my operas, I already told you I love opera, not Oprah, I’m afraid of her, she eats babies. Anyhow, I was singing arias from my favorites operas and also songs that require a great voice like the one I like to believe I have. Just as I was about to hit a F1 like Damrau singing The Queen of the Night from Mozart’s Magic Flute, a regular passed by and said hi, dignity went down to 0, I didn’t say hi back, was embarrassing, I called Doggy and we took off to a different part of the park, needless to say I stopped singing. Sometimes I feel like Beaker
Doggy seems to love the balcony of the new place, we haven’t slept there yet, today I gotta get done with moving like it or not. Hectic, it’s been hectic.