All Aboard the Small World

It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears
It’s a world of hopes and a world of fears
There’s so much that we share that it’s time we’re aware
It’s a small world after all

(get right up in your left ear)

It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small, small world

(take a big breath)

There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It’s a small world after all

(repeat forever)

I am so delighted to get that song stuck in your head, you have no idea!

I used to sing it during December to get “Jingle Bells” off my mental soundtrack.

You have to fight fire with fire.

If you have ever had tea at my place, you have seen this map. It’s really one of my favorite things, and you should run out right now and get yourself one.

Mine’s been up for just over two years, and it’s starting to come together.

We often have company over from various places on the globe, sometimes we know them, and sometimes we are attempting to know them. I figure if they’ve agreed to go to a stranger’s house and eat whatever random food gets served over a cup of tea, those brave souls should at least have a little piece of home to look at.

We all sit around the table and talk about places we’ve seen and places we want to see. We hear travel stories and people stories and realize that the world we live in is getting smaller by the minute.

Before they leave, I ask my guests to put themselves on our map.

A sticky arrow with their name points out the dot that stands for “Home”.

And there it stays, to fade slowly over years, that validating statement, “So-n-so was here”.

Many visitors to Southern California will visit Disneyland (Dizzyland, I call it) and I guess I can’t blame them, but it’s not my favorite. They will hop on that wretched boat ride and have a million puppets tell them what they already know.

But they can’t stop singing about it.

I prefer to stand in my kitchen and stare at the map and think about this big beautiful planet that is covered in friends.

And be amazed that those friends have also stood, just here, where I am now, on my own little dot.

If I have any readers who would like to represent the African continent, or perhaps Russia, we have priority seating available. Extra points if you come from Madagascar.

I know you’re staring at Greenland.

But that’s youngest child’s attempt to be helpful.

He didn’t want it to feel left out. After all, Greenland was already downgraded from a continent to island status. What it loses in tectonic plate, it makes up for in polar ice cap.

I think Canada can claim it, probably without a whole lot of trying.

The sticky says “nobody” and is waiting for the lone representative to come over and put his or her name on it.

Bring me a reindeer.

But don’t you dare sing me a Jingle Bell.

Surely you know about me and containers. And also rotten bananas, but I hide those if company is coming over. Duh.

Surely you know about me and containers. And also rotten bananas, but I hide those if company is coming over.

4 thoughts on “All Aboard the Small World

  1. Pat Tunnellp

    Your stories are so inviting. I have so many songs in my heads over a life time and I’m glad to hear you do too. The songs often bring back very special memories and as I grow older and older, I love to remember the memories those songs trigger.

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