The title of this post is also the title of a song recorded in the 60s by Chad and Jeremy, and pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now. William turned 11 on Thursday. He had his party with his friends at the house instead of Chuck E. Cheese's, a sure sign that my middle is growing up.
I'm all for it, but time sure seems in a gigantic hurry to slip past me. I'm barely aware that it's October, and the month is half over.
By the end of the month, I will be done with what I expect to be my last theater project for awhile: Little Shop of Horrors. We are in the middle of a double Hell Week, which rehearsals most nights until the show opens on the 21st.
But as much as I love the theater, I find myself, with my 55th birthday coming up in the spring, feeling that I have neglected my own creative projects. And so, for the coming year at least, I have decided to spend the time I spend learning lines, lyrics, and steps to making movies and writing songs of my own. We'll see how that works out.
Meanwhile there is the house to take care of. We're finally on the home stretch for finishing the downstairs bathroom to the point where we can use the shower; Karen's pretty tired of sharing a bathroom with four males. It was supposed to be done a couple of weeks ago, but things keep coming up. Tick tock.
And now I need to leave this blog for a little clean-up around the house, because we are having some company tonight; a friend of William's is sleeping over. So much to do. So much to do.
My how the time goes by. Think I'll put on a little Chad and Jeremy to work by.