Last night was my daughter’s orchestra rehearsal night. Every Monday night. Well, most Monday nights from September to May. There is the normal love/hate relationship with these kind of things. In my case, I’m not a big fan of the harrowing ride through rush hour traffic to get there on a Monday night after working all day. Or some of the parents who sit around and talk too loud during rehearsals and/or let their little kids run around like crazy little animals and/or the ones who want to constantly talk about their perfect little geniuses and their plans for Governor’s school this or academy that or colleges everywhere. When I can ignore them, I get to enjoy the positives of this weekly ritual. Like getting a chance to read my book. It’s kind of like being captive on an airplane. You have nowhere else you can go for a couple hours, the internet is horrible, so you might as well get caught up on that book. Last year I got through big chunks of Gone With the Wind sitting there on those Monday nights. The other great experience of these nights is listening to these talented kids play and progress. It’s really interesting how the conductors work and hearing the kids and the orchestra get better throughout the year. The kids are so talented and experienced that they actually sound pretty good on their first night playing together, but after all the instruction and patience of the conductors and all the hard work practicing by the kids – by the time of their concerts, they sound amazing. It’s a cool experience to witness. This is the last year of this particular orchestra for my daughter. She will be auditioning to move up to the next level in a few months. It should be exciting…
I had my doctors visit today after my lab work last week. Everything is pretty good. My blood pressure was pretty low which was nice. My lab numbers were either about the same as before or a little better, so I didn’t get much of a lecture this time. Thinking about it, here is another instance of being stuck captive for a while. I had my book, but in this case it’s always hard for me to get much reading done. I always feel like the doctor is on the verge of coming in, or I’m worried about how the visit is going to go. Am I going to fail the blood pressure test? Is something else going to come up? It’s also distracting looking at all the crazy doctors office signs that are always hanging. The checklist of what you can take antibiotics for and what it does absolutely no good so don’t even ask. The flu shot and you! Dispose of toxic medical waste here. Anyway, always a calming experience. I did get to see Mickey though.
I went to Chipotle for a late lunch after my doctors visit. While sitting there a lady walked in breastfeeding her baby with no blanket or anything over the baby. Just baby and boob – bouncing along up to the counter. Then a little while later a guy walks in with a big fro and a gun strapped to his side. It was an interesting lunch…
