Not just anybody.
You know I need someone.
When I was younger, so much younger than today, I had nothing but spare time and I realize now that I completely wasted it. Had I realized that today I would spend my days at my job and all of the time after that driving around until bedtime, I would’ve gotten serious about writing my book back then. And buying stock in Apple with my drinking money. Now I’m pretty much just relying on someone to invent a time machine. I love seeing my kids on stage, on the court, playing their instrument, etc. I love our high school right down to my permed hair, ESPRIT sweater and penny loafers. But since I’m not very good at math, I didn’t realize that for every 10 minutes you see your kid involved in an activity, you have to put in 10 hours of volunteer time and/or driving and/or prep time. It’s basic algebra, people. And thank God my kids can rise above my absolute lack of organization or discipline, or we’d all be screwed.
In other words, sorry I’m down to being a once-a-week blogger. This insanity might possibly last until April 13, when the high school musical and basketball is over.
SO. Last week, as part of my commitment to our fine arts boosters at the high school, I said I would help with an event called Liverpool Legends, which is a faux Beatles tribute band. Louise Harrison, George Harrison’s sister, runs the thing, and she is a spark plug. I wasn’t in charge of it or anything, but I still showed up with a lasagne at about 4:45 and didn’t leave until 10 p.m., so I can’t even imagine the time the real organizers put in. It was totally worth it. And? I fed the Beatles.
Me, geeking out with Louise Harrison. I want to put her in my pocket and take her home. But security stopped me, yelling “Let Her Be!”
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