October 5, 2012

• Sing us a SOOOOONG!!!!

  Today, I was the only one home and I belted out ”Piano Man,” along with Billy Joel like my life depended on it. Somewhere back in 1980, my 8 year old self is cringing and freaking out that I am now old enough to enjoy singing that lame song. Lots of my friends loved Billy Joel, but I just never did. In my mind, his music belonged to my parents’ generation and I found it dorky and corny.

  I guess you know what that makes 2012 me, huh?

  Another singer that I had a similar aversion to, back in the day, was Bruce Springsteen. Yes, I am a girl from Jersey who cannot stand The Boss. To this day. Ugh, he just makes my skin crawl.

  Anyway, there’s my “I’m getting old” story for the day. Hope you enjoyed it.

  The Billy Joel tune came on Pandora. I love me some Pandora — my go to channel is U2 (unless I’m running, in which case it’s Black Eyed Peas), but I’ve been trying to branch out. Mumford & Sons seem to be all the rage with the middle aged and twenty-somethings alike, so I’ve been listening lately. Most of it I really like – including, somewhat embarrassingly to my younger self, Billy Joel.

  Nothing challenges my patience more than waiting for meat to be sliced in the grocery store deli. This is not an old age thing – it’s always been the case. And I find it very annoying and somewhat stressful when you place your order and they ask, “How would you like that sliced?” What is the proper answer to that question? I always mumble something along the lines of, “Not TOO thin!” and hope for the best. It’s even worse when they slice one piece and ask you, “Is this ok?” and you have to try to size up that dangling piece of meat from across the counter – trying to figure out if it’s worth having them go back and try a different thickness. And if it is — that is the absolute worst, because they just keep asking you after each slice, and by then they’ve forgotten how much of the meat you want and it is just far, far too complicated for a bunch of sandwiches.

  This is why I like the deli order station at our local grocery store. I place my order when I get there, have no questions to answer, and stop by to pick up my completed order when it’s done. More things in life should have an order station. Like homework – that would be nice. I’ll have one science project, done by that 3rd grader — neatly — and finished three days prior to the due date. If only.

  Actually, we haven’t had any home projects assigned yet this year. The details are still vague, but it seems that our school was among a handful granted a waiver by the state regarding standardized testing. We will learn more later this month, but my observation is that more involved projects are getting done at school, and the assignments are more creative and flexible. This is how I remember it being when I was in elementary school, so I love what I’m seeing so far.

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