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Dotey dote dote


Last night we had the pleasure of bearing witness to the daughter’s second rock performance.  Her school has the fortune of having a teacher on staff so completely dedicated to steeping the lives of children in music and so completely insane to put together a rock band made up of 8-12 year olds.  The music was 100% original, written and performed by the students.  They even came up with a cheeky name for the band which played up on the insane teacher’s last name’s etymological proximity to the word ‘ass’.  They done good.

The ramp up to it was a funny thing to bear witness to as well; the daughter getting up super early yesterday morning to prepare and look the part, hunting around for anything RED she could find.  She needed RED!  Some reds just weren’t red enough.  Her brother busted her chops all morning with things like ‘you’re only wearing 5 red things.  You’re clearly not red enough’ then ‘your reds are clashing’.  Not being able to take a joke under the circumstances, these comments would throw her into another mad hunt for REDDER that RED things, muttering the lyrics to the songs all through it.  Her brother is so supportive.

I felt excited and nervous for her all day.  I suffer terrible stage fright and just can’t imagine what it takes for her to get up on stage, belt out some tunes and play an instrument she just learned 2 months ago.  Luckily she escaped that gene somehow and, though she admits to being nervous, she gets up there and makes it all look effortless.  She’s one of those kids who compensate for the the ones just going through the motions with her stamina & commitment to rockin’ out.

This means so many other things too.  One of her fellow vocalists is very trained, very talented, and very competitive.  She’s also one of the daughter’s best friends.  That my kid could get up there and give her friend a run for her money kinda blows my mind.

And she wrote a song!  This is something she kept to herself as a surprise for performance night.  It was a really intelligent song about being imagined in this King Crimson-meets-The Flaming Lips kind of style.  My kids writes my music.  Crazy.

My thoughts since the show have been swamped with thoughts of holding her as a baby and wondering what she would grow up to be and that now, at almost 5’8″ and borrowing my clothes, she’s simply the best her she possibly could be.  Which means I done good too.


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mindless busy work

Why wouldn’t a girl want to spend the entirety of a gorgeous, sunny Wednesday afternoon putting lightly gathered pin tucks into fiddly satin fabric while waiting anxiously for a prognostic phone call from a pediatric orthopaedic surgeon?  Nevermind that I could have been out helping to paint a mural with a mum-to-be for the room of her babe-to-be and interacting with actual adults.  Nevermind that I’ve only just learned that said pediatric orthopaedic surgeon is not in the office until Friday (yet lead me to believe there was a sense of urgency on this score and would be calling me today.)  Nevermind that I spent $30 to have copies of the xrays couriered to him after spending 3 and a half hours waiting at the hospital to get them done because the poor sprog requiring the surgeon was due to go on a camp trip with her class and Columbian pen pal and that was sort of, kind of hinging on the current state of the bolt in her hip.  Nevermind all of that, I have pin tucks.  Pretty sure they’re the only thing keeping me from going bat-shit crazy right now.

p.s. I sent the sprog to camp anyway…with her stepmum to keep her in line.

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