Jalil has been excited all weekend in preparation for 80’s Day at school ( I also am not liking it that this is the SECOND time one of the boys have been involved where the 80’s has been used as a theme of some sort….the whole realization that I’ve lived through a decade of time that is now theme worthy kills me slowly)today. This morning, he woke up before I ever even got the chance to wake him up and ran downstairs to log on the computer. His mission: Learn the words to We are the World. In finding a video on youtube he found a video with lyrics for The Way You Make Me Feel. As he was singing it, I couldn’t help but smile as he tried to go high pitch and follow the words…all off beat. That’s my baby and I love his little non-rhythm having heart…when he got up to dance like Michael he grabbed his crouch and stopped and said ‘mom, you know I did that in Mr._____ class and he told me that was in appropriate!’

What do you say….

Well I said yes and explained the whole body grabbing parts issue’s but deep in my heart I knew that Michael grabbing his crouch is different than say…. Lil Wayne grabbing his crouch…or I’d like to think so….
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This weekend was gooooooorgeous…oh my gawd. I opened doors…opened windows… pulled my car out of the garage so I could start spring cleanning and let the air come through the house and it was just what the doctor ordered. It is so sad how season’s can have such an affect on me and my moods! It is not right…but I couldn’t help it. Sunday, while cleaning the breakfast mess me and the boys made, I had the deck doors wide open, Miyagi and Ducky, out on the deck were sleeping in the sunshine…the boys were in their rooms with the blinds and windows wide open and I had my radio set to a local radio station, KJLU, which is actually Lincoln University’s radio station, that has a ‘show’ called African Panorama that fits the mood for a sunny, breezy Sunday afternoon. Just heaven!
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Are you ever doing something and that something evokes a memory that it was not, buried or denied but you just forgot until this very second??? I just had one of those memories all because I came across the same last name of my first and only piano teacher….no…don’t get ahead of me here…I can not play the piano. When I was oh, about 10, which would make my youngest oldest sister about 12, my mother signed us up for piano lessons with Mrs. M…. she had a ‘studio’ in her basement and I can smell the mildew right now as I type this. Mrs. M and I did not get along. She loved my sister but her and i…we did not have a meeting of the minds. Mainly because she believed in the arts and I believed in being dirty and following my dad. She believed in children being seen and not heard and I simply thought playing the piano was being heard, so what gives??? She believed in punctuality and I …didn’t. Now my sister…Mrs. M loved her. That first week, in my minds eye, I see my sister and I walking to the lessons, my sister excited and me with my lip poked out to the ground. Lord she would chitterchatter the entire way to the lesson and I hated it! After that first week, my sisters lesson were before mine and I was usually late. As I was walking to the lesson, my sister was walking from her lesson…shaking her head. As we would pass each other, I see 10 year old me sticking my tongue out but I would NEVER do that to her face. She was such a goodie two shoes! Man! Anyway….while I stopped after about 3 weeks, my sister went on to study with her until she was 16. My sister…now she CAN play the piano. Very well. I can…change a flat tire if I have too.

Memories…funny how things can trigger them like they were yesterday. Like I said, its not a traumatic memory by any means but I hadn’t thought about the fact that I have had music lessons until this very moment. I’ve got to remember to tell the boys…they will not believe it, LOL.
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