Sing Alongs
Now that she's been there for a few weeks, she still isn't loving the idea by any stretch, but she seems to be adjusting a little more. She's made a few friends. She played Wii bowling last Wednesday. And she loves the sing alongs.
Every Saturday the resident beautician brings binders full of lyrics and CDs of old songs and the seniors gather in the lobby and sing along. I've made it to both so far. Most of the songs I don't know, but there are a couple hits! A little Sinatra, some songs I only know because they were on Mr. Holland's Opus, Singin' in the Rain. C'mon! Singing in the Rain!
My grandma says when she was growing up in Philadelphia, every summer her and her girlfriends would drive to the shore (yes, the Jersey Shore) and they would sing the whole way there. And then she'd mention how people don't just get together and sing anymore.
But now we do. Saturdays at 1 p.m. We sing. We sing off key and we sing the wrong words (well, I do), but damn it, we sing.
So if you'd like to try a sing along sometime, let me know. I know just the place to go.











