Les Miserables

My doctor said, " Bonnie, you are in broken bone prison!" Note, he said that after I gasped at three more weeks, of no weight on my right leg and ankle. I explained to him, that I have used all my 'wits" to entertain myself. He then "petted" my new boot. I looked around the room, to make sure I was not at the vet's!!! Don't pet me!!! Give me some ideas, when I remembered we had taped Les Miserables!!!!
I have not had much pleasure in watching the tube, but last night Bill and I had watched the 25th anniversary of Les Mis. As usual, we also taped it, or recorded it??? I never know when I will not sleep through most of any program. The performance took my breath away, voices of angels. When I happen to look over at the couch, Bill fighting off sleep, I asked this question. Bill, Bill, BILL, (I think he was asleep) " Have you ever had any desire to sing?" He, so surely, said, "NONE"
I just don't get that answer!! I think to sing, in tune, would be so perfect. It has been a life long desire of mine. "How can you listen to these people singing, and not want to get on the stage with them, and SING?" Because...." You would always beat me to the stage, and I like to see you happy." OK, those were not exactly his words, but I know what he was saying.
So leaving the doctor's office, feeling defeated, I knew when I got home, I would sing every song, and not feel so Les Miserables!!!!!!