Since I have been laid low this week due to my stupid lower back I have watched an inordinate amount of TV. I've had on a bunch of stuff I rarely ever see. I've spent a bunch of time bemoaning my back and the Democratic debate and coverage of all the frenzy leading up to the Pennsylvania primary on Tuesday. As if my back wasn't aggravating enough here's me screaming at the George Stephanopoulos and Charlie Gibson for their utter incompetence in moderating a debate that covers topics that directly related to a candidate's ability to govern. Gah!!!! My children came rushing into the room fearing I had really hurt myself because of my ranting only to find their mother shouting at the TV over the inanity passed off as significant, meaningful debate of important issues. Yes, I have been a miserable grouch all week.
Yesterday however as I was once again laying around flipping channels I ran across the Ellen DeGeneres Show. She had on "Young@Heart" which is a New England senior citizen's choir that covers all manner of contemporary artists from Bruce Springsteen to Outkast. Apparently there is even a documentary about them currently in theaters. So here is their performance on the show. It's brief and you really need to see the end. I'll wait till you get back from watching.
Ok, was it high art? No. Was the singing even all that fabulous? No. Are these people having an absolute blast and putting smiles on people's faces and keeping themselves active? You bet your bippy. They put a big smile on my face when I needed it this week.
They also reminded me of my grandmother, who is no longer with us, and my great-great aunt, who still is. Nana went hot air ballooning at 75 and parasailing at 76. She thought nothing of crawling around on the floor with my kids when they were very young and she was 78. My aunt is 86 and if you've ever seen her sing "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" you know if you asked her to "shake it like a Polaroid picture" she wouldn't hesitate for even half a second. Actually, she'd be the one grabbing the rest of us and telling us to shake it with her.
So this week I'm counting Nana, Aunt B, and a group of seniors having a great time.