Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping...into the future

So I'm wondering when this post will be dated--it's 11:52 p.m. on Thursday night, local (Central) time, but by the time I finish, it will probably be midnight Friday morning. When I saw the time I thought I needed to get to bed, but really wanted to wind down a little first by making a post, and this title came to mind.

It also came to mind for another reason--no, not that melancholy feeling I had when dropping off my oldest at college Sunday--this one was because my 16-year old daughter was telling me some of the songs they will be performing this year in her women's show choir group, "Chanter,' and her mixed show choir group, "Con Brio." I always enjoy them because they bring back memories. And my daughter is always a little bewildered that dear old Dad actually knows any of the songs, failing to realize that these "new" songs to her are old classics to me.

Songs like....

"Proud Mary," the Tina Turner classic.
"Freeze Frame," by the J. Geils Band. She told me "Freeze Frame," and I immediately said "J. Geils Band," and she looked at me like I had two heads.
"September," by Earth, Wind & Fire.

See why I started thinking about time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping....into the future?

They weren't all old classics. "Feel like a woman," by Shania Twain, was one that's a little more "up to date." The opening song to "Little Shop of Horrors" was another one.

And for the life of me, I can't remember the 6th song she told me. They traditionally perform 4-5 songs for each group, so there will be 8-10 songs total, but I think they had 6 locked down.

It's been a tough week of work. Working for myself has some advantages, and some disadvantages. It seems when things happen, they sort of all pour in at once. And you have to address them, because you never know when they will stop again. And that dreaded asking clients to pay you bit gets old, of course.

But it allowed me to easily take Collin to Cub Scouts at 4:00 in the afternoon earlier this week, take Andrew to a podiatrist appointment (and pick him up at school at 3:00), and attend Collin's first soccer practice of the year at 5:30. So it's all good in the end.

Having dinner tomorrow night with a friend's wife, parents, and their son who will be attending college in Birmingham. My friend and I played on my high school golf team together in Louisiana, and after attending college at LSU and working in Texas for awhile, he allowed his company to relocate him to Jakarta, Indonesia, where he has lived for 15 years or more. So it's funny how life runs full circle, with his son now moving from Jakarta to attend school in the same town I live in.

I'm sure they will be thrilled to hear about the five people killed in an apartment complex about five miles from where we live. Oh, did I leave that gruesome discovery out? It's too late--now Friday, so I'll have to save that for another day.