Thursday night was the annual Christmas - er, Holiday concert. For the middle-schoolers. And Mary was all dressed up and ready to go.
The concert was a lot of fun, not so much for the songs they sang, which were done well and with great spirit, but for the people who were there. The choir director is the same one with whom I worked to put together the Pirates of Penzance play. And many of the kids in the choir were the same wonderful kids I worked with in the play. It was a very pleasant reunion. Although I had to resist the urge to jump up there on stage and sing along with them.
As it turned out, Cheryl and I did get to play a role in the performance; we helped out in the audience directing the kids where to sit, and how to stay quiet while the other groups were singing. Middle-schoolers have a tendency to talk at every opportunity, regardless of what else is going on around them. Or in spite of what is going on around them.
We were supposed to start working on our Christmas cards on Friday night, but everyone was very tired from the week and there just wasn't enough energy to go around, so instead they did other things. I pulled the tires off the red Subaru and checked the brakes because something is making a noise every time I press the pedal. The brakes all looked fine, but the front right drive axle boot was cracked, which means that it needs replacing. So I spent the majority of the evening researching the steps necessary to replace it.
But in the morning, I decided that there just wasn't enough time, given all the other things that needed to be accomplished, so instead of doing it myself, I called up the Firestone place up the street and had them do it for me. And, while they were at it, they put on some new tires. (After all, the previous ones had over 120k miles on 'em!)
Then it was time for Mary to work on a dress for a school project - she's putting together a costume as 'Titania' from A Midsummer Night's Dream - and for the rest of us to write those Christmas cards. After we find all the addresses. Where did we put them??
Meanwhile the cats were enjoying the fire.
The concert was a lot of fun, not so much for the songs they sang, which were done well and with great spirit, but for the people who were there. The choir director is the same one with whom I worked to put together the Pirates of Penzance play. And many of the kids in the choir were the same wonderful kids I worked with in the play. It was a very pleasant reunion. Although I had to resist the urge to jump up there on stage and sing along with them.
As it turned out, Cheryl and I did get to play a role in the performance; we helped out in the audience directing the kids where to sit, and how to stay quiet while the other groups were singing. Middle-schoolers have a tendency to talk at every opportunity, regardless of what else is going on around them. Or in spite of what is going on around them.
We were supposed to start working on our Christmas cards on Friday night, but everyone was very tired from the week and there just wasn't enough energy to go around, so instead they did other things. I pulled the tires off the red Subaru and checked the brakes because something is making a noise every time I press the pedal. The brakes all looked fine, but the front right drive axle boot was cracked, which means that it needs replacing. So I spent the majority of the evening researching the steps necessary to replace it.
But in the morning, I decided that there just wasn't enough time, given all the other things that needed to be accomplished, so instead of doing it myself, I called up the Firestone place up the street and had them do it for me. And, while they were at it, they put on some new tires. (After all, the previous ones had over 120k miles on 'em!)
Then it was time for Mary to work on a dress for a school project - she's putting together a costume as 'Titania' from A Midsummer Night's Dream - and for the rest of us to write those Christmas cards. After we find all the addresses. Where did we put them??
Meanwhile the cats were enjoying the fire.
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