I am laughing my head off inside. I need to train myself to speak an octave higher. I have a very low sort of voice. I find it difficult to speak for any length of time. Also the dog or Husband take no notice when I say anything. Apparantly my Husband also has a blurring of sound in low range.
I don’t think either of them can hear me! My Husband says I am murmuring, but I am not. My diction is fine. I must learn to pitch my voice higher.
I think I have learned to speak French with a slightly higher pitch and a slight sing song to my inflection. I had to practice that.
I think I will have to try doing this with my normal speech. Perhaps reading the Bible out loud will also help me to train my voice to a higher pitch. When I read the Bible, my pitch seems to go even lower. I know I am projecting, I was taught to do it. It is simply for some reason the pitch is too low when I speak for people to hear what I am saying. Also speaking for long is exhausting.
I dont suppose it is any is any more difficult than learning to sing higher. Perhaps I should book for some singing lessons to help me lift my voice.
Anyway, the dog was digging up the garden, so I called out to her an octave higher. Her head came up, looking around in that ‘What was that... who me? Sort of body language. She was looking all round the garden as though it was the first time she had heard someone speak to her.
I never realised...
I just had a chat to God about it. He wants me to read to Him in my normal voice. In order to make it easier to communicate with other people I need to practice a higher pitch.
It was interesting the other day, Monday, the day I washed my Husbands car. I really enjoyed cleaning inside. It was as though the new carpets had the dust of the Earth, or rather a load of radio active dust caught in them. From Chernobyl and Fukushima. I kinda thought if God could vacuum up some of that while I cleaned the car it would be very cool.
Anyway, I had finished putting the leather conditioner on the front seats and finished polishing inside the windows and started on the outside. I couldn’t help thinking I wondered how they cleaned the windows up on the space station. A bizarre feeling I was doing both at the same time.
It had been blazingly sunny. Then with the vacuum cleaner out, and thinking about putting it away, so I could lather up the car with the nice polish stuff the rain started. I quickly got the vacuum cleaner in the garage, grabbed the pressure hole and got under the wheel arches done and it started to piss down.
I wouldnt have minded but it but it was still blue sky overhead, and the cloud was way over Corbiere. Still, what the heck I thought, God is saving me some on my water bill. I had a private snigger that God had indeed turned up to help me clean the car.
Then the Rainbow came out. A double double rainbow. The band underneath was a double, it repeated itself into a fade out in the distance. The one above was a cracker. Both of them full arcs de soleil.
Anyway My Husband phoned. He was playing Pétanque. I said I would meet for the last game and the hospitality. I said can you see the rainbows. He said yes. I said can you see the one underneath, it goes on forever. He said yes.
I popped round for tea with the nice clean car, which pleased Him no end. Watched Him lose the final game to some very fine players, and had a cuppa.
Now the interesting thing was, I said to the other players, what a fantastic Rainbow double. I described what I saw, and got some funny looks.
When my Husband and I talked about it when we got home, He Said He had the same experience. They couldn’t see the lower Rainbow repeating itself. All they saw was a single band. So they saw two rainbows, but not the lower Rainbow going on.
I did say in conversation to someone it’s funny how we see a Rainbow like an ark in the sky when we are on the ground, yet when I have seen one from the sky in an airplane it is like a halo. I suppose that’s how I would describe the difference between a flat earth and a 3D Earth. Same thing being viewed from a different perspective.
Anyway, it makes sense to me. Both my Husband and I see things the same way. We can discern colour tone and hue exactly the same way, which is remarkable, because most Men don’t see colour the same as Women.
I can visualise in my mind’s eye what something will look like finished, My Husband needs it described to Him. In the end he has to trust My instincts and judgement on decor. That’s untill He sees something that takes His fancy. He chose so much for the new decor. I have to admit, I introduced Him to it.... slowly.
Then it is my job to pull together the things he likes into cohesiveness. I get to choose things I instinctively fall for, Like the red of the new car! They say women choose a car for its colour, I was a sucker for the new Oriental Red! He gets the Bells and whistles. It’s a chatty little number. Definitely very shy of anything solid near the paintwork!
Oh well it makes life interesting, this is all quite a revelation to me. No wonder I see things fluoresce all the time. The dog didn’t want to go for a walk with me today. Instead of her normal indigo shadow, her shadow went sort of Orange red. For whatever reason she wasn’t happy to walk, we went home.