(Vol. XVI for Me)
The Roll-Over Edition
We went to see the Minnesota Orchestra this week, which I love.
(I am a sap when it comes to live music. I tend to cry.)
(This despite the middle school kids who are yakkin’ all around me.)
Because I had my 80-mile-an-hour Angela in tow, I thought it would be good to get her energy out before the performance.
It’s like the running of the bulls in Pamplona, only more intense.
I thought I would try to get a nice endearing photograph of “Angela at Orchestra Hall.”
Good luck with that.
For Angela, impassivity is as foreign a concept as Greek Algorithyms.
Fortunately she stayed put in her seat once the performance began and that was the whole point.
(Okay, except for that time when she just had to go to the bathroom…)
While waiting for the concert to start, I visited with the teacher sitting next to me. She was an art teacher from St. Cloud, which, for you out-of-staters, is about an hour north of here.
She told me that the last time her school had come to town, they were behind a semi truck that rolled over. It was a royal mess, she said, because the semi had been hauling pigs.
“You’ve heard of the expression ‘When pigs fly?’” she remarked. “Well, they were.”
I laughed and laughed at this, and told her that if nothing else, she will always have a good story to tell. Pigs on the highway on your way to a school concert? Who could ever plan for that?
Speaking of things we do not plan, I lost one of my favorite CDs this past week—our “Singing the Books of the Bible” CD from the Family Formation program—and left no stone unturned trying to find it. Truly I was like a woman obsessed, and went through every single CD case in the house.
Do you ever store CDs in the wrong case? Huge mistake, that.
I even checked the lost & found at our library, thinking it had gotten returned with one of our audio books.
(I told you—I was like a woman obsessed.)
(Okay, I was obsessed.)
Finally—finally—it turned up, lying on my bedroom ottoman in the case for our August Rush CD. I hooted and hollered like it was a lost gold coin. I was the woman in the parable.
This is why we lose things, I realized. It feels so good when we finally find them.
Today is Day 1 of Felicity’s First Communion novena. (You may print a copy of the entire novena here.)
Have I mentioned that this particular rite of passage has been a little…hard on me?
You understand, I’m sure.
Speaking of rites of passage…
Let’s talk about this thing called Airsoft.
Do your boys live & breath & talk of little else but Airsoft? My goodness, I feel like I’m living inside an episode of 24. (Granted, it doesn’t help that their dad is every bit as into it as they are….)
Even Baby Anthony is growing up. He turns one this month—one year old! Do you hear me?—and already needed a full-fledged haircut.
Ridiculous, isn’t it? I can’t keep up.
Last but not least, I would like to thank you wholeheartedly for taking the time to introduce yourself. I’ll pick the winner of the snack package next Monday, at which time I’ll shift the post to a page of its own.
Please keep introducing yourself! It’s been a blessing for me to get to know you.
To see all of the 7 Quick Takes entries, please visit Jen @ Conversion Diary. And have a beautiful Mother’s Day weekend!