It is midweek of the last week of my vacation. Can you believe it? I can’t.

I took Aubree and her friend to see “Mamma Mia”. They really enjoyed the first part of the film but at one point she turned to me and asked, “Dad, do they HAVE to sing every five minutes?” “Well, it is a musical you know” “That doesn’t mean they have to sing ALL the time!”

For some reason it reminded me of the very short lived “Cop Rock”. Anyone remember that one?

She was also somewhat befuddled when I told her that the song “Dancing Queen” was 30 years old. We argued it about until I came home and showed it to her on You Tube.

I’ll admit it…I like some of ABBA’s music. I always thought “The Winner Takes It All” was such a sad song. Of course...I'm such a sap.

Patrick of course wants equal time and wants me to take him to see “The Dark Knight”. I don’t think that one is a musical.

I made shrimp and scallop ceviche for Terri tonight. She seemed to like it. She was disappointed the last time we went to a local Mexican restaurant and they were out of it.

I’m not a great cook but I can generally follow a recipe.

I read with interest this article about a book coming out by a New York Times reporter dealing with his past. He goes back and interviews people he hurt, his lawyers, therapists, ex-girlfriends, etc. and explains how he got from there to here. It sounds like a particularly painful exercise. I don’t think I would want to do those interviews, to excavate my past like that, and I didn’t do most of the things he details in his book.

It reminded me a little of Mamma Mia, silly as that may seem. How do you come to grips with your past?

I’m back to work on Monday. We have a school year to get ready for!
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