There will only be one Monday, March 25th, 2013. Ever. This will be the one and only Monday, March 25th, 2013 and it should be treated as such. We shall make the most of it.
I did my Jazz Hands old the fashioned style this morning after my morning ritual (no, not that morning ritual), in the mirror as awkwardly as day one. I wish I could say the intent was to go back to where we began for some higher purpose...but no. Mostly I needed to get on with things today as the family and I will leave from our home somewhere near Tampa and head northeast to Amelia Island to explore a new part of Florida that we have yet to take in.
And yes, every destination in Florida, aside from that famous central Florida amusement park ridden with mice, has "Island" in its name, or at the very least is some form of an island. And for those unaware, the word "key" is another name for "island" and "isla" is Spanish for...yes, you guessed it.
Again, this story is backtracking to where we began and if you've been reading from the start you will recall our trip to the Florida Keys and are likely wondering why I choose to get back into the car for an extended drive and put up with the inevitable ridiculous nonsense from the backseat. To be honest, why the wife and I punish ourselves in this fashion is a mystery...although seeing the kids as excited as they are for these simple getaways should validate the cause. Of course if I told you that these trips were strictly for them, I'd be completely lying, but it is definitely a big part of the equation.
Please don't ask me to break down the percentages this morning...I haven't had enough coffee.
Back to this morning's Jazz Hands deployment specifically, I went back to the beginning, in the mirror as stated previously, and went for the shuffle. Shuffle to the left...shuffle to the right...of course, "shuffle" is likely the wrong term. I don't shuffle. Take two steps to the right, take two steps to the left, and I'll be damned, if you do this just right, it looks like a bonafide dance move. At least it would in the right dancer's body. In my body it merely looks as if I'm attempting to get from one end of the bathroom to the other in a sideways motion, hands flailing about.
Moving on, it's time to pack the tour bus and complete the morning ritual (yes, that morning ritual), not necessarily in that order.
It is quite possible that Jazz Hands will be hand written for the next couple of days, and then typed/posted upon journey's end later in the week. Upon our return I shall provide updates on all of the fantastical jazz handings that have occurred between then and now, and possibly get off track and fill you in on other loosely related details and how those events make me think about the royal Jazz Hands.
Until then...
Today's Jazz Hands backtracked and carries on. Day eighty-four complete.
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