In between too many meetings and waiting for it to get warm already(!?!),
I seemed to have missed it altogether.
|There is never a bad day on Fripp Island.|
and Camp Indiana,
|McDaniel and Ellie in my dad’s 1966 Thunderbird.|
it really didn’t even feel like summer at all.
What happened to global warming?
School started last week and now it’s 90-11 hundred degrees.
So that’s how it’s going to be.
On my first full day of freedom to be in my house on my own (yes!),
I got a call from the dentist that they had a last minute cancellation
and wondered if I wanted to “swing by”.
Dear word, I am not a fan of the dental chair.
Or someone’s fingers in my mouth.
Especially when that someone is wielding a hook thingy
or a high-pitched humming anything.
But I said, “Sure!” because I needed to go to the dentist for a cleaning and it was pouring rain outside and well, that just seemed to fit.
Someone even cued the thunder just as I was
walking into the dentist office.
That afternoon the girls came home with enough paperwork for us to read and sign that we felt we were going to pass some serious legislation.
And without the cute “I’m Just A Bill” song.
Speaking of songs,
I woke up early Sunday morning with the great need in my brain to come up with the greatest hits list of Hall & Oates.
|I think I had that jean jacket, John Oates.|
Like there is NO WAY IN THE WORLD I COULD FALL ASLEEP WITHOUT COMPLETING THIS LIST awake.
Monte was no help when I asked him what song I was missing from my list.
To his credit, it was still dark out.
It was much later, when I realized it was “One On One” that I was missing.
Interesting that my brain felt the need to come up with THIS list,
(not to be confused with “Your Kiss Is On My List”)
when I was already overloaded with lists of the grocery, school supplies, appointments, meetings and forms variety.
Is there such a thing as a “mental break” list?
One that actually relaxes the brain rather than overload it?
A “Your List Is On My List” kind of thing?
Among the many, I signed a form for Ellie that agreed that I knew that she was intending to audition for “The Little Mermaid Jr.” musical that her middle school plans to put on in October.
There was a section for scheduling conflicts and “special talents”.
What special talents should a 7th grader have?
Does burping at the dinner table or rejecting any and all
suggestions made by their parents count?
Then Ellie informed me she was auditioning for the part of Ursula.
The octopus villain.
The octopus villain with the deep voice that I briefly had during my bout with the Pioneer Flu.
I felt I could help her with this.
McDaniel felt she could help her too but her version of Ursula
always pulled too British or too southern.
Not to brag, but I kinda nailed the read through.
I don’t care what McDaniel and Ellie said.
We practiced for over an hour last night.
Reading her audition lines with just the right inflection and sass
and singing “Poor Unfortunate Souls” until my brain spit out
every Hall & Oates song list it could ever think of. Ever.
But now I keep humming “I’m Just a Bill”…
could be a long night!