Our first few weeks of school have been fantastic. We've settled into a comfortable routine for the most part, although our routines do involve a great deal of flexibility. Is "flexible routine" an oxymoron?
I was thinking again today how thankful I am to live where I do. Our home is within 12 minutes of pretty much everywhere I need to go, which comes in very handy when I have two kids due at different places at practically the same time. My Thursdays will now involve dropping Jesse off at the community college 20 minutes early so that I can pick Laurel up from her performing arts class on time, but it all works out fine. Jesse's a good sport and everything is bearable with an iPod.
Tonight we have our support group's annual Moms' Meet-and-Greet. I always look forward to this time of fellowship, meeting new moms and reconnecting with familiar faces. This year we are launching a mentoring program within our support group, so I'm looking forward to seeing how that goes.
I found an old photo album from college. I had to crack up at these invitations that my best friend Tracy and I handed out:
Tracy and I practiced the Latin Hustle for several hours in preparation for this party. I believe we danced it to Barry Manilow's classic "Copacabana." And just in case the song isn't instantly stuck in your head, I'll leave you with the lyrics. I think I'd better go give my kids some dance lessons, now.
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
she would merengue and do the cha-cha
and while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 til 4
they were young and they had each other
who could ask for more?
At the copa (CO!) Copacabana (Copacabana)
the hottest spot north of Havana (here)
at the copa (CO!) Copacabana
music and passion were always in fashion
At the copa.... they fell in love
His name was Rico
he wore a diamond
he was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there
and when she finished, he called her over
but Rico went a bit too far
Tony sailed across the bar
and then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
there was blood and a single gun shot
but just who shot who?
At the copa... she lost her love
Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl,
but that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
now it's a disco, but not for Lola,
still in dress she used to wear,
faded feathers in her hair
she sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
she lost her youth and she lost her Tony
now she's lost her mind
At the copa... don't fall in love
don't fall in love