Realm: Baby blues - Subrealm: Home alone

I'm home alone with the baby and bored, and this just sort of came to me as I was trying to get him to go back to sleep. See, I'd semi-invited assorted friends to drop by, see the baby, and keep me company while Grace is at choir. Not surprisingly (given that they have, you know, lives), I seem to be SOL.
Ironically, this choice of song to parody is probably as a result of a conversation where we more or less decided NOT to inflict Raffi on this kid.

O me, o my,
What'll I do?
I can't find a musicologist to keep me amused!
But I know what, and so do you,
I don't need a musicologist to keep me amused.

O me, o my,
What's this I hear?
I can't find a medievalist to talk about beer!
But we both know I can manage here,
and I don't need a medievalist to talk about beer.

O me, o my,
What should I think?
I can't find an engineer to ply me with drinks!
But I know what: although it stinks
I don't need an engineer to ply me with drinks.

Extra out-of-town verse!
O me, o my,
I may go insane...
I can't find a poet to play Give Me the Brain!
But I've got only me to blame,
and I don't need a poet to play Give Me the Brain!

Easter madness, Easter joy

This was one of those weekends where it's hard to adjust at the time, and then harder to adjust to 'normal' 'reality' afterward. It was triduum, it was Peter's baptism; and either of these in itself would have been enough to render the weekend somewhat crazy. As it was... ( Read more... )