Dear Monday

Dear Monday,

What were we planning to accomplish together? Do you recall? Because I seem to be lost in a bit of a haze. It could be all the yoga. Or the early morning spin and weights class, at which I felt fantastic, only to crash upon returning home, following a breakfast of poached eggs on toast.

I don't blame you for the weather; it could happen to the best of days at this time of year. If it wants to be -20 with the windchill, what can anyone say about it? "Whoever is in charge of the weather needs to know that it's SPRING!" hollered Fooey, but she was cheered by the long-term forecast, which promises a balmy +7 with rain for Friday.

I didn't take many photos this weekend, and they're still on my cellphone. Maybe this is a good day to use one's imagination. Imagine sunshine startling me just now through my office window, clouds moving across a sky that is actually blue.

On Friday night I meant to get a photo of me and Kevin playing uke and guitar (respectively) in front of the fire, with the two oldest children sitting on the couch behind us, side by side, playing Minecraft and making the occasional clever comment on the song choices. It was as close as we've come to a family-music evening, and I thought, optimistically, that at least the kids were getting to hear some favourite old tunes and see what fun we were having. Except Kevin got very grumpy because he couldn't see the music (we were playing off of single printed sheets, some of them crumpled, and all with very small print); not long after that got resolved, I rapped the whole of "Rapture" by Blondie. Awkward pause, no applause. "Is that a song about eating cars?" "Why, yes, children, it's a very serious song about eating cars, bars, and guitars. Anything that ends in -ars, really." "Deep." "At least it's not about sex, like all songs nowadays." (Note: do not say things like this to your adolescent children unless you welcome mockery.) (Also note: I say things like this all the time. Because I welcome mockery.)

Then I sang "True Colours" by Cyndi Lauper about a billion times, trying to get the chord changes right. It's such a beautiful song, Monday. I really wanted my children to love it. Maybe I played it too many times. "Eternal Flame" by The Bangles received similar treatment, but even I started to question the lyrics after a few times through: "This used to be my favourite song!" "Really??" "When I was 13. I thought it was so romantic!" "It sounds kind of, like, creepy. 'I watch you when you're sleeping'? Creepy." So, yeah, kids these days. I'm not sure I converted anyone to my favourite 80s songs, but there you have it: family music night at our house, regretfully not photographed for posterity.

I'll end it here, Monday. You're a busy day and I shouldn't keep you, rambling away here like this. Things to do! Places to go! Etc.

Signing off (or is that singing off?), Carrie

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