Song stuck in my head thanks to chungjik

Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with meeeee....

It's ok, I love it. To find the right lyrics, because I haven't sung it in over 30 years and was a bit fuzzy on a couple of lines, I googled it and found this site complete with shmaltzy organ music. Still, it brought tears to my eyes.

In junior high, I had an odd friend I didn't figure out until many years later. She wanted me to spend the night every weekend. She never stayed at my house. She had two negligees in her closet and I'd wear one. We'd pretend we were married to Monkees. Once she showed me her father's girly magazines. I thought that was weird. My dad didn't have any, but then, her mom had died. Her grandmother was there to take care of her. On Sundays, I sometimes went to church with her. It was a fundamentalist church. One weekend we went to a church picnic and won the talent contest by singing "Let There Be Peace On Earth" together. In summer, I went to church camp with her and was "saved" at a campfire call to faith. Later that summer, my parents' square dance club had their picnic and I invited her. I'd grown up around this crowd and all of them were heavy drinkers. I knew they were harmless. As people got drunk and started acting it, she panicked and hid under a footbridge. I had to bring food and stuff to her because she was terrified of the drunk people.

After that, she wasn't my friend anymore.

It wasn't until years later that I added up the clues and came to a very scary suspicion

Child with sexy adult nightwear
+ widowed dad with girly magazines his kid knew about
+ her wanting company every weekend overnight
+ total terror around drunk people

Ewwww! And to think I was prancing around her house in one of those negligees every weekend for a while.

I hope she's ok. She disappeared after graduation from high school.

My poor mom

I found out why I never saw an email from her about Easter. Her 17 year old cat, Boots, is dying. He had a stroke or something on Wednesday. His back legs were weak, so she took him to the vet. They did a lot of tests and sent him home. Thursday morning, he was on the bed as he had been all night and had messed himself there. He couldn't move his back legs at all. He's been at the vet ever since. If he lives long enough, he's getting an ultrasound on Monday. My mom says she knows she should have had them put him down today, but she just couldn't do it. She wasn't going to come to Easter at all, but my sister and I talked her into coming anyway. She can't go see him tomorrow.

Damn. Just when she was doing better from losing Dad. She still has Dad's cat, but Kit is pretty old, too.