Friday, May 13, 2016

then your heart will start to jump, in your throat you'll get a lump

Currently reading:  So You've Been Publicly Shamed by Jon Ronson.  Loving it.  Next up, Gumption by Nick Offerman.  High hopes for that one as well.  I feel quite proud of myself for reading nonfiction, even if it is easy reading.  I started out looking for a Dolly Parton biography, but ended up with these other ones.

This morning I'm going through the male sock basket, which is where I put all the socks that John and the boys wear.  I have my own basket and Willa has a drawer.  The boys all share, so it doesn't make sense for me to try to parcel socks out to them in equal amounts or try to remember who has the orange Nike socks and who has the green ones.  For the past few months the leftover socks have been multiplying, so this morning I'm going through them and anything that doesn't have a mate is going to the dust rag pile or the garbage.  No single socks in here, this is a family community!

I've got tomatoes and lettuce and Swiss chard and kale and strawberries planted.  I have to replant the strawberries pretty much every year because they keep getting stomped on.  I want to buy a horse trough to put some peppers and more tomatoes in, because even though building your own raised bed is cheaper, according to some, it's not actually cheaper if you never get it built.  Well, I guess it's cheaper, but it doesn't really accomplish what you want.  And I love John very much, but when he says he will build a raised bed for me he is lying--lying unconsciously, but lying all the same.

Monday, May 2, 2016

music, music, musicland

The choir director at the high school is retiring after a long and illustrious career.  I was in her first year teaching here, and Grant is in this year, so that's a fun little set of bookends.  There is an alumni concert for all her former students, so of course I was like YEAH MUSIC.  They also said that spouses who were up to it could participate, so John was also like YEAH MUSIC.  So John and I and Grant are all going to sing some gorgeous music together, and the songs are really pretty and meaningful and I'm going to be a total mess up there.  But let me get to the point of my story, which is of course a complaint about somebody else:  

We were rehearsing Friday night, and the woman next to me, who is the spouse of a guy who was a year younger than me, made a couple of snotty remarks about the rehearsal director (who was also in the year younger than me) and the sopranos.  How tacky!  Listen to me, ma'am:  you are a guest in our home, essentially.  Nobody asked you to be here, and you can knock it right off with the attitude.  I've been sitting next to you and you're doing fine, but you're making just as many mistakes as everyone else, and no matter how accurate your remarks about fancy vocabularies and inability to read music may be, that's not for you to comment upon.  You don't get to insult a tribe you're not a member of.  UGH.  

Music people are so hateful, and I say this in full awareness of my own hatefulness.