I'm viewing on the computer a home movie that my cousin K sent to me. Apparently it's a celebration, perhaps the wedding of one of her children. My uncle D is very happy and energized. He's about 75 years old, yet he's running down a steep hill like a teenager.
Now I'm at the celebration. I live in another state, so I'm ready to make the long drive home. Many other family members are there, but they're not leaving; they're going to another place to continue the celebration. As I drive away, the others follow me in their cars.
I hear them sing "Joy to the World." They sing the second verse, which starts, "God save the Queen..." I don't recall that those are the proper words. Yet everyone sings them, and I wonder how they can drive and sing at the same time. I'd have to read the lyrics off a sheet of paper, not an easy feat while driving.
Now I'm at the celebration. I live in another state, so I'm ready to make the long drive home. Many other family members are there, but they're not leaving; they're going to another place to continue the celebration. As I drive away, the others follow me in their cars.
I hear them sing "Joy to the World." They sing the second verse, which starts, "God save the Queen..." I don't recall that those are the proper words. Yet everyone sings them, and I wonder how they can drive and sing at the same time. I'd have to read the lyrics off a sheet of paper, not an easy feat while driving.
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