Lately it has been pointed out to me by several people that I hum a lot. hum hum hummus hum. The woman at the car dealership where I get the oil changed in my car. Dad. The Player to be Named Later. My friend Lynn. All have commented on my humming.
According to Wikipedia humming can be a sign of happiness or of boredom. I didn't realize it, but it is impossible to hum for more than a few seconds with your nose plugged. I tried it (of course!) and it's true. Try it, try it, and you may, try it and you may, I say! Oh, wait that's green eggs and
ham, silly me.
I don't know why I hum. It's true I am content. And humming seems like a better thing to do than talk to myself, which I also do. But usually when I am not content. So it's a good thing that in the past few years I hum more than talk to myself. Mmmm hmmmm.
If I were a bird this is what I guess I would be. A fiesty hyper little hummingbird. Better that than an albatross.
If I were a beer this is what I would be. But not for breakfast, please! That ale might taste good with hummus, though.
If I were a vehicle, this is NOT what I would be. I would be this:
at least in my dreams. Mmmm Hmmmm!
It's definitely happiness!!
ReplyDeleteAlso, we have that little red car as a Christmas ornament! I just took it down. Though I realize I could have left it up, for Valentine's Day, because it is red, and we love it.
It was a gift to the hubby/dad one year when we couldn't give him the actual car.
Your Grandmother Tingley used to hum in her kitchen. I never thought much about it but she was probably very content in there.
ReplyDeleteI remember Grandma Tingley humming in the kitchen while she washed dishes!
ReplyDeleteI think that God must be a hummer too. The sound OM ends in a hum. Maybe everything is arising out of His/Her humming. hmmmm is right.
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