Recently Liesel told me there's a theory that the Grinch had misophonia. This was kindly meant, she just wanted to point out that I'm not the only one out there who is adversely affected by noises. The cracking of knuckles makes me want to vomit. If something is rolling around in the car, I will pull over to find it and secure it or it drives me crazy. Our sump pump emits a beeping noise if it needs to be reset. What Liesel unwittingly implied is that I am a bit of a Grinch.
Actually, when it comes to all the Christmas recitals and concerts I hate to admit it, but she's not far off. December is already so busy, I don't understand why we have to throw so much more onto the calendar. Why not do them in January which is a long, cold, dark month with nothing else going on? So yeah, I head into these things feeling overcommitted and grumpy. And not ready for the noise, noise, NOISE!
Then I see my sweet Gita girl standing there in the outfit she picked out all on her own to look festive. Even though she is wearing a mask, I know she's singing her little heart out.
This song is my favorite.
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