Gratuitiousness

First, a cute picture of Georgie.  Snuggly in her ski sweater and Grateful Dead ski headband.  I don’t think she realizes the  teddy bears are rainbowy and dancing because they are hallucinating.  She doesn’t need to know that.

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This morning we had Michael Jackson 101.  We watched all his greatest hit videos and some old Jackson 5 on youtube.  They were fascinated by his dancing.  They didn’t seem to be aware of the disturbing physical transformation that took place over the years.  They just loved the dancing and were trying to moonwalk and lock  in the hallway where we have marble floors.  It was hysterical.  Then we found these flashmob videos. (social networking media at work again)  They are beautiful.  There was a huge one in London, but I like this SF one because you can see the people dancing.   This is such the right way to pay tribute to the life of a singer and dancer.   For anyone for that matter.  When I die I want a spontaneous dancing party too.

Georgie in her no shit wisdom asked “if he is dead why are they having fun?”   Natural segue-way to life lesson..Its OK to be sad when someone dies, its OK to celebrate their life too.  Everyone deals with death differently but if you are lucky at some point there is acceptance and a smile.  A smile for the blessing of that person’s life and love in your own life.

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About Elizabeth

Wife and mother of four. This blog is personal, political and hopefully relevant with a sense of humor. I got to have a sense of humor with the tough crowd I deal with everyday, and they cant even vote, drink or drive.

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