Lenore turns 3 months old today on lucky old 13. Three months and thirty mice and I need to find out how long she is. I downloaded a free and NIFTY PROGRAM that will let me measure Lenore accurately. All I need is a picture of her, from above, with a ruler in the frame and presto! I shall have a measurement tomorrow.

I recently picked up a couple of CD’s by FOLK UNDERGROUND – a fun little trio that plays traditional Celtic and folklore stuff as well as new things. Some of their songs are written by NEIL GAIMAN (currently my favorite living author), so that’s a bonus too. HERE’S AN ARTICLE on how they got together and their brand of music, “Dark Folk.”

I have their two albums Buried Things and Get Y’er Hands Off ‘Me Booty!. My favorite song is their signature tune called “Folk Underground,” written by Neil Gaiman:

Folk Underground
©2002 Neil Gaiman
(used without persmission…but this is just my little, humble blog)

There are folk underground
and they don’t do a lot
but they listen to us
in the sun

And the folk underground
think as likely as not
we’ll be joining them all
when we’re done

And they shift in their coffins
And toss in their beds
While the worms lick their shins
and crawl right through their heads
And they never go dancing
they don’t make a sound
so be careful of folk underground

There are folk underground
They can wait out your life
Which is why they were dug in
so deep

And the folk underground
dream of things they once did
for they’ve flesh and a life
when they sleep

They can wait in the dark
Without sighing or talking
They’ll sing little songs
And they sometimes go walking
They’ll come in the night
And they won’t make a sound
so be careful of folk underground

There are folk undergound
and I envy their lot
and I hope that they prosper and thrive

For the folk underground
dream such dreams as they rot
That it’s better than being alive

And they kiss without lips
So it’s bone against bone
And it’s hips against hips
And it’s stone against stone
Though their hearts have been eaten
Their ribcages pound
With the life of the folk underground

They can wait in the dark
Without sighing or talking
They’ll sing little songs
And they sometimes go walking
They’ll come in the night
And they won’t make a sound

So be careful of folk underground

You can listen to an audio sample of the song HERE.

And lastly…with my new phone, I finally am able to download the ringer I always wanted…the theme to Halloween. Oh…someone call me! Please-please-please-please-please!!!