Well, my son's band didn't quite make finals...he said it's going to be a long bus ride home. I'm going to take him to his favorite Greek restaurant for dinner. Damn.
I feel for you. I had two in marching band and the all South Jersey band for a few years...it can be exhausting. But it's totally enjoyable as well. My daughter broke her arm the month of ASJ trials her year, she never got back into the swing after thatThanks, Foxy. Yep, the life of a band parent can be a bit grueling. Plus, my son is also part of our county youth orchestra. He'll rejoin them now that band season is over. This single mom is sure hoping that in addition to academics, some music scholarships are in his future.
You never know what direction they are going to take--thinking about Sherry's hope for a music scholarship for instance. I grew up in band from 4th grade through high school as well as chorus and studying music in other ways--piano, seven years of accordion can you believe it?, a little guitar. But once I got to college, I just wasn't motivated to stay with the formal music education and my career path took a very different and eclectic turn. Still I taught music to my children, continued to work with choral groups as an adult, and directed church choir as a volunteer for many years.
Both my kids grew up saturated in music but neither were interested in band or chorus once they got to college, though our son did resume piano lessons there. Now he is a professional mechanical/petroleum engineer but runs his own private music studio teaching piano, keyboard, guitar, violin, and vocal to more than 60 kids on the side. He would do that full time if it paid anything close to what he makes as an engineer and he plans for that to be his retirement vocation. Daughter is a PhD sociologist/research specialist but off and on has played bass professionally with blues bands. You just never know.
I've played music since I was about 11. (I taught myself out of a World Book Encyclopedia.).
Write a piece of music for the woman in your life....play her piano or guitar and sing to her. They usually like.... a lot.
If they like the guy, they like it. If they don't it can be a bit creepy.
Yeah....that's a good point.
I feel for you, lost both my parents in the last year. We just finished with the inheritance distribution.
I love to watch cats hunt. I've had house cats who react to moose in the yard the same way. I wonder what they would have done had they encountered those moose...When I first got my goats, I had a dozen bags of feed neatly stacked on a pallet. I though keeping them of the ground was a good idea, it was and is. When I got to the last layer of feed, one of the bags was writhing. I picked it up and dozens of mice jumped out of it, scattering all around. Instead of 50 lbs of feed, I had almost that much mouse poop. I have a fish tote now, and of course my feral barn cats. I still have to set traps during really bad, wet weather, though. I used that feed bag as a trap, laying it out and snatching it up when I went to the barn. Then I'd take the mice in the bag as far away from the house as I could and let my dachshund "hunt" them. She's a better mouser than any of my housecats.
Agreed, mice are not nice. That is one of the reasons I wanted to move down off the mountain. The rodent population has exploded out there and it was almost impossible to keep the little buggers from moving into the house. We had the beautiful deer mice up there, but you still don't want to live with them. And because of the rare but possible outbreaks of Bubonic Plague and the deadly hantavirus in this area, both carried by infected rodents, it is not only aesthetically unacceptable but could be dangerous to have them in your house.
One of our mama Siamese cats--the best and smartest cat I have ever owned--mercy I miss her still--was the best mouser I have ever known. The few mice we got in Kansas came in apparently through or around the dryer vent but she just somehow instinctively knew when that was happening. She would crouch motionless, just the very tip of her tail twitching, a bit away from the washer dryer combo. And once the little bugger would stick out its nose, she was lightning fast and would have it. I never saw a mouse ever outside the laundry room.
Our precious dog that followed some years after the cats though, forget it. He wouldn't hurt a fly. He would chase the rabbits but they had his number and after a short sprint would just move out of the path and watch him run by. You could almost hear them snicker.
Ummm, thanks so much for that visual.
I'll add it to my list. Going to the cabin solo, so I might have time. Thank you!
No problem give me time and I can top that one.Ummm, thanks so much for that visual.
Absolutely! Alone does not equal lonely.
It's really a good movie. All the twists and turn. Also..it is based on a true story.
