Soccer Hearts
Low Brass, High Scores
E had the chance tonight to have his newly-acquired trombone skills evaluated. We drove to Dorman High School, saw hundreds of other kids who were being evaluated as well,
and made our way to room 9 (actually B117--not sure why they re-numbered the rooms).
The Boy walked in, performed his solo piece perfectly, and walked out with the scoresheet to prove it.
His band director took a picture and told us that students who earn a "Superior" rating must, simply must, go out for ice cream.
"We were ready for the rating," I told Mr. K. "We bought some earlier today!"
Transformation
All County Champion
Poster Day
For about four years now, each of my classes during the book fair has picked out a poster that seems uniquely out of character for me, which they then all sign, and I hang it on the wall.
Previous years' posters include two BTS posters, a Riverdale poster, and several kitty posters.
Today was our day in the book fair, so all classes picked a poster. They'll be signing it tomorrow, and they should be on the wall by the end of the week.
This year, more kids seemed more interested in picking the poster. Usually, it's just a handful of students in each class; this year, the whole class at times was inspecting the poster and making suggestions about which one to buy.
It made me feel exceptionally good.
Changes Waiting
Though it's hard to comprehend how we've reached this moment so quickly, the Girl is just shy of six feet tall and wrapping up her junior year of high school, and the Boy has crossed the five-foot barrier and will soon be twelve. The changes coming are enormous: L will be making final decisions about college over the summer, and the Boy will soon have a full-blown, empty-leg, teenage boy appetite.
We got a hint of that this evening.
After eating a full meal, he came back downstairs hunting for food no more than five minutes later.
"I'm still hungry," he declared. So he got a piece of yesterday's leftover pizza out and warmed it up.
Clover smelled it, sensed a treat, and followed him into Papa's room (it will always be "Papa's room"), and sat down like the best behaved pup in the world.
Return for Pickleball
Dinner Out
Uneventful Day
So I post a silly picture from our last tournament trip: back to the hotel late, eating anything we can find...
Homework on the Deck
