So last weekend DR's 13-year-old daughter, SBR, moved from our big city to the country with her mom, stepdad, and little brother. She was very excited, because not only will she have her own room, she will have her very own horse in her very own backyard. (Her mom and stepdad have adopted two retired harness racers, and the family also boards a pony from S's summer camp for the winter.) We went up to visit yesterday, and the house and property are lovely--and they have two adorable new puppies romping around. We brought our dogs up and a good time was had by all.
However, not EVERYTHING has been rosy up in the wilderness. SBR went from her teeny tiny private school (with a total of about 300 kids from pre-K to 8th grade) to the Big County Public School. She has to take a school bus. The school is huge. There's a zillion kids in her class. The first two days were pretty rough, as the guidance counselor who was supposed to take her around and show her where her classes are was out sick, so poor S had to find her way around with a hand-drawn map someone made for her. She missed lunch. She misses her friends from her old school. The only upside is that she doesn't have to wear a uniform, and since she was in honors classes at her old school, she's ahead with her schoolwork, so we don't have to worry about her falling behind.
She's making friends, but a few days this week she felt so miserable, I decided to try to do something to cheer her up. There is a silly song I made up about some alternate menu items at White Castle--we go there sometimes after gigs when we don't feel like driving to the late-night Chinese noodle place. Whenever S hears me sing it (in a goofy voice, of course), she cracks up.
So of course, I had no choice but to record it and email it to her. It worked. And now, not only does she laugh whenever she hears it, her mom and stepdad are singing it constantly because they can't get it out of their heads. So beware! Click below to hear me humiliate myself for the happiness of a child.