Relative Something

I couldn’t stay away from all the relative somethings for very long, but my available time is measured in mere minutes of late. The amount of unavailable time is measured in a consecutive series of hours and is being filled with non-stop action at the day-job, wonderfully secretive holiday projects, obvious chores, as well as unplanned ones like snow shoveling, errand running and a variety of elfish duties while my lovely bride is on the road. Meanwhile, the guitars rest neglected in their cases and the creative writing is reduced to an almost imperceptible amount.

Regardless the hectic pace occupying my extremely limited time, it has not escaped my notice that one of the popular trends moving through current culture just happens to be one that my mother would have really enjoyed. Glee clubs appear to be all the rage of late. Mom was a Sweet Adeline and I saw that a current vocal competition being broadcast on NBC included a Sweet Adeline barbershop quartet as one of the final five groups competing. FOX Broadcasting has a series called “Glee” and a I’ve noticed features on the CBS Sunday Morning program and in the local newspaper highlighting the renewed interest in high school glee clubs. Could standing around the piano singing at house parties be far behind? I’m not sure I ever witnessed it actually happen, back in the good ol’ days, but I’ve seen it done in pictures. I wonder if anyone will know the words to obvious sing-along songs if the opportunity presents itself. Pass the eggnog.