Wednesday, June 22, 2022
For today and for another three days, I must be on my job at 7:30 a.m. That is pushing my morning routine forward; I am trying to wrap my head around soon going outside to feed the waiting critters.
I remember the lyrics of Irving Berlin’s army song, written for a movie, “This is the Army.” It’s to the tune of and cadence of the Army’s trumpeted morning reveille:
‘Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up this morning!
Some day I’m going to murder the bugler,
Some day they’re going to find him dead;
I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily,
And spend the rest of my life in bed.’
Dear Irving, I completely understand.
By the way, Berlin was one of America’s greatest popular song writers. I suppose most young people have no recollection of ever hearing his name. Almost everybody knows “White Christmas” though. It’s one of his many songs.
Dear Friends: A quick good morning to you all. Diana