First off, let me just say how much I love music. I tend to forget for long stretches, but then something happens to make me remember.
Last week, I played chaperon for my son's band when they went and played with the high school band at a football game. Unfortunately, the middle schoolers tend to get bored because they haven't been given all the music the HS band has--only some, so obviously they can only play the songs they know. The high schoolers get to play continuously for the most, the drummers drum and the others pick up tunes and randomly play whatever comes to mind. They have fun and get to be artistic. And there's nothing like seeing truly creative people create. So while the HS band is jammin' spontaneously, the middle schoolers sit and wait, not always so patiently.
But the point was--these high schoolers were seriously talented. I really enjoyed listening to them and was reminded how much I enjoy listening to these types of bands.
In the same vein, my sister-in-law introduced us to the TV show "Glee," which is about a high school Glee club struggling to earn respect both in the school and on the competition circuit. There are musical numbers in every episode, most of which I have enjoyed tremendously, again being reminded how up listening to music generally makes me.
My second topic is writing...I've been writing again. I made the commitment to get up at five am each morning and write till six-thirty. So far so good. And if I get to write at any time during the day or evening, so much the better. Plus, Candy Havens has The Writing Game going on on the workshop loop again, so that is giving me concrete word goals to hit each day. And so far, I've made each one. Today will be a bit tougher since I'm leaving for a writing conference this afternoon, but I've got words banked I can draw from if necessary, but I hope I won't have to.
Have a good weekend--I will!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
More rain... (and other stuff)
...which is really okay. My lawn is loving it, as is my daughter who can't mow when it's sopping wet.
My oldest child got a new job, which is good. We can get her off our payroll, and I think she'll be much happier in a more active environment. She's been hired by a restaurant as a hostess and she'll get a free meal on every shift. Nice.
My son has been transitioned from trumpet to baritone (tuba). Apparently, the two instruments are the same in terms of fingerings and music, and the teacher needed to strengthen the bass section of their band.
My hubby has been in court as a computer forensic expert for the last three days.
And my middle child and me, we've just been hanging in there.
My oldest child got a new job, which is good. We can get her off our payroll, and I think she'll be much happier in a more active environment. She's been hired by a restaurant as a hostess and she'll get a free meal on every shift. Nice.
My son has been transitioned from trumpet to baritone (tuba). Apparently, the two instruments are the same in terms of fingerings and music, and the teacher needed to strengthen the bass section of their band.
My hubby has been in court as a computer forensic expert for the last three days.
And my middle child and me, we've just been hanging in there.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Time for growing up...
What's a mom to do when she has to start buying her baby pants based on waist size and inseam length?
I didn't think I'd be quite so melancholy about my baby growing up, and by the time he gets through high school and onto college or the military, I may just be ready to let him go or kick him out.
But right now, it's hard some days to look at him and see the young man he's morphing into and not the sweet-cheeked toddler he once was. He hasn't cut the apron strings quite yet, for which I'm grateful. And my favorite words out of his mouth in just that sweet tone are, "Yes, momma." He's still willing to hug me in front of his friends, so we have a bit of time yet...
What makes you wistful to remember?
I didn't think I'd be quite so melancholy about my baby growing up, and by the time he gets through high school and onto college or the military, I may just be ready to let him go or kick him out.
But right now, it's hard some days to look at him and see the young man he's morphing into and not the sweet-cheeked toddler he once was. He hasn't cut the apron strings quite yet, for which I'm grateful. And my favorite words out of his mouth in just that sweet tone are, "Yes, momma." He's still willing to hug me in front of his friends, so we have a bit of time yet...
What makes you wistful to remember?
Friday, October 9, 2009
It's raining, it's pouring...
...but the old man isn't snoring. He's hard at work already.
It's perfect sleeping in weather. The cold front hit and we have delightful coolness and more rain. But that's okay, 'cause this is Texas and we always need rain. As does my lawn.
I'd rather be home cleaning house and writing--
Hope you are able to do what pleases you today.
It's perfect sleeping in weather. The cold front hit and we have delightful coolness and more rain. But that's okay, 'cause this is Texas and we always need rain. As does my lawn.
I'd rather be home cleaning house and writing--
Hope you are able to do what pleases you today.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
A misty, moisty morning...
...when cloudy was the weather.
It's been cloudy, rainy, and warm here in North Texas.
My porch is dripping wet with dew, not rain. I wish it would cool off some, just enough to reduce the humidity.
Ah, well, enough whining...
It's been cloudy, rainy, and warm here in North Texas.
My porch is dripping wet with dew, not rain. I wish it would cool off some, just enough to reduce the humidity.
Ah, well, enough whining...
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