Some things will always and forever remain the same from person to person, family to family, generation to generation.
Especially during colds and flu season.
Seriously Hazel, don’t touch Fallon’s ticket…at least until you feel better. I sure hope that it is very soon.
It really does seem just like yesterday.
…or perhaps a week ago…and even like ten or twelve years ago.
I don’t know.
But yes, it was literally a week ago that this woman-child of mine went back to school for finals and tonight is back home again for the holidays…
and sleeping now because who sleeps during finals week?
But yeah, it really does seem like yesterday when this was her signature.
Out and about in San Francisco today with my men and, look, it’s Santa!
Daniel? Daniel was walking on by with not even a nod to the right at who was sitting there.
You coming, Mom?
How far we have come.
Today’s adventure took me to a holiday dance recital. When one of your grand babies is dancing on stage FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, you give up the chance to sleep in on a chilly, foggy Saturday morning. Okay I did hit the snooze button. Twice. But I made it and my favorite ballerina girl was thrilled!
And this is where the retired Dance Mom observes that dance recitals are universally the same…in EVERY way…good, bad, chaotic, crazy, rude, ridiculous, wonderful and pretty much every other adjective. The best way that they are the same is when you watch the one you are there for take the stage.
And as our ballerina took to the stage, the Mima-razzi was almost ready.
Which one is her?
She’s on the end, right there.
On the end right there?
And so I captured more than a dozen shots in quick succession of…someone else’s little ballerina with strawberry-blonde hair and porcelain skin. I realized that just as they finished and exited stage right.
She’s the one behind the tall ballerina.
I’m blaming my daughter and not my old lady eyes. But I am thanking her for this video.
You guys!!!! Isn’t she the sweetest thing??!!
I hope she will some day recall this once upon a December day and smile. I know that I will.
I swept up my broke, shattered nurse and finished decorating the new Big Top with most of our Christmas Crazy and focused on that which is good.
It’s another day. Some problems remain…and, no lie, seem to be getting exponentially worse and worse. It’s going to be a long four years and I might be saying that often and you all might get tired of that real quick.
Remember the last eight years of our Ultra Right Wing, Tea Party friends and that racist relative of ours and their daily social media postings?
But today is definitely another day and I am happily listening to the Hamilton Mixtape on loop and focusing on good…and my own deep personal yearning for improvement.