Wednesday, December 1, 2010

local bumblebee

Around 3:30 in the afternoon, Monday through Friday, this girl walks home alone from school and passes in front of my house. Kind of chubby, hair in braids and carrying a backpack, she'd be completely unremarkable - except for her voice. She sings her way down the sidewalk, sometimes pausing to try a few tentative dance steps, completely lost in her own world.

I think she's awesome.

9 comments:

Alan said...

I always liked that video.

SayUncle said...

That is Junior's favorite tune.

-SayUncle

Lissa said...

Me too, Alan!

Friend of a friend wore a bumblebee costume for Halloween and sang this at the top of his lungs. But what made it hysterical was that he's a 6'3" dude and he bought the kid-sized costume so it came about to his waist. :)

phlegmfatale said...

Good for the little bumblebee. May no one ever rain on her parade. :)

Old NFO said...

That is a cute one, and I truly hope she doesn't get hurt by not paying attention... sigh...

Mike W. said...

Heh, I grew up listening to that song. Think I might even have it on cassette somewhere.

PresterSean said...

Of of my life's credos is to "dance like no one's watching."

Earl said...

Thank you.

TrueBlueSam said...

Pull "I Love You, Irene" by MacKinlay Kantor off the shelf and go to the bottom of page 177 to start reading about Al Martin of Webster City, Iowa. Here is an excerpt: "He loved to do things with his voice. He could imitate horses, cats, cows, chickens; but his choicest feat was the imitation of a steam calliope."...and,"He comes to mind in strange and dwarfish beauty whenever I see a mass of deep-dyed violets. Such flowers grew thickly in a valley across the river from the baseball park, and on that slope Al Martin would crawl and pick through solitary hours...you'd meet him trotting along the street, and he would have a purple mound in each hand: violets, hundreds and hundreds of them, their slender stems crushed in substantial masses which even his hard hands could barely encircle."