I owe you readers crock pot recipes, a WINNER and some gratuitous pictures of my costumed children posing with their Jack o' Lanterns (carved by THEMSELVES this year, no less!).
Tomorrow, dear reader. It's been a frantic week filled with emergency orthodontist, basketball practice, a karate test, a fruitful meeting and subbing for a music teacher.
Yep, you read that last part right. I'm subbing for a music teacher. Fortunately, it's PreK-8, and the gig involves mostly fun Halloween songs and finger plays for the little kids. You bet we dragged out the crate o' cymbals and triangles and tambourines and maracas.
True story: I can't sing very well. When I say stuff about "pitch" and "tonality" and "harmonize," I'm really just pulling words out of my ass that I've associated with music--kind of like when I go to a wine tasting and roll out a phrase like "It's a brisk yet flirtatious wine with crisp notes of pear and a saucy overtone of tart--perfect for a summer afternoon" after taking a swig of Prairie Fume. I SOUND like I know what I'm talking about in music class, even if my singing voice makes small children cry and causes forest creatures to run for cover.
I DID take piano lessons ... a few decades ago, so I CAN pick out the melody for Spooky Skeleton's Parade with my right hand. And what I lack in tune I totally make up for in energy and enthusiasm. We're rocking out in room 109--loud, proud and with BIG movements.
Tomorrow we'll dig into crock pots and more inner peace. Today I'm SINGING! I'm SINGING! I'm standing in front of a room full of skeptical seventh grade kids and I'm SINGING! (and handing out earplugs to the sweet teachers in rooms 107, 108 and 110).