Thursday, September 27, 2007

The final frontier


This was Joel's prayer tonight:
"Dear Heavenly Father, please help us to live on another planet. Thank you for our toys. We like our house. We like all of our stuff on Earth. Please keep the monsters and scary things far, far away. In the name of Jesus Christ we pray, Amen."

October Planning Meeting

Here's what we'll be doing next month, for those of you who might be involved or want to tag along... (We're going to be busy!)

1 Easter Egg, Christmas, Zoo, Dance, and Read Books
2 Look for Stars
3 Ice Cream
4 Do Pumpkins
5 Sunshine Day
6 Looking for Dinosaurs in the Desert
7 Marry Somebody
8 Play with Hats
9 Go to the park with Nonny and Pa
10 Have Joel's Birthday
11 Pick Roses
12 Play Musical Instruments
13 Play More Musical Instruments
14 Draw and Read Books
15 Look for Clovers
16 Somebody's going to be a Doctor
17 Painting Day
18 Halloween
19 Light Candles
20 Play Xylophone
21 Do Laundry
22 Ride Bikes (Jamie's going to ride a fire engine). Mamam can walk.
23 Soccer
24 Do an Airplane flying Class
25 Look for American Flags
26 Have my Birthday
27 Do Presents
28 Pick Flowers
29 Snuggle with My Bear
30 Go to School
31 Go on a Bus

Mamam: Joel, what are we doing on the 28th?
Joel: Hold on, I need to fix it. Sorry I can't talk to you right now.
M: huh?
J: So, I got it right. Make sure Jamie doesn't mess this up.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The Hand

Weightless for all of its two years of need
Unlike my thirty three
That presses, squeezes, grabs, and grasps;
A force that never goes unnoticed
With scars and spots
Coarse, calloused and
Shaking with doing and accomplishing
Numb with use or misuse.

No, his is subtle, unmoving, steady
But for the shift of one small finger
For assurance of my mere presence
Or the twitch of initial sleep
Yet with power to keep one so large unmoved
Daring not to undo this brief moment:
This love.

How long
Before this hand reaches no more
Needs no crossing guard
Touch of comfort
Or encouraging tug
But pushes me away
To court softer hands
To find his strength alone?

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Chop City - Part I

No, not the chinese food... my horn chops. I've been putting this post off until I had enough time to reflect on the process of auditioning. Two in one month. The second was today. I'm exhausted. My chops, though, are on fire. Both auditions were personal bests for me.

After the first round of my first audition, I thought that I had become someone else. I think I played one note poorly. That's never happened to me before. I'm strong on musicality, weak on technical prowess. I nick notes all the time... The second round was rough, though, more like what I might have expected from myself. I didn't win the audition. I think I got second or third. The standings are still unclear. But I was extremely happy with experiencing what it's like to do well at an audition. It definitely helped boost my confidence for future auditions.

The second audition was a long shot for me going into it. I was underprepared. Two weeks of work on that amount of music (three excerpts I had never even heard before!) was not enough time for me to really dig through all the layers and gain enough confidence in my preparation. One excerpt, in particular, was really giving me grief. It was the last one that we had to play in round one, and I didn't pull it off. On a different excerpt, I played one note weakly when I ran out of breath towards the end of it. And I nicked a couple of notes on other stuff, but not memorable enough (to me). But in spite of that, I was extremely pleased with my ability to focus on playing well and use the incredible, nervous, audition energy productively. My chops felt really solid.

Nevertheless, I didn't advance to the second round. Looking back, I wasn't really out of my league. I might not have won the audition with more preparation, but I might have advanced to finals, and perhaps gotten close. The guy who won is terrific. I'm very happy he won.

Auditioning stinks, but there are some really good things that come of it. More on that in Part II.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Early Mid-Life Crisis

For some, mid-life crisis happens around 40. A red corvette might be involved. Maybe a jump from a perfectly able aircraft. Perhaps a marathon (or a triathalon) is required. But it's a right of passage. We all make it, if we're lucky enough to exist that long. Mine might be occurring early?
Maybe I did this because I wanted to draw attention away from the gray.
Maybe I was tired of being taken too seriously.
Maybe I felt compassion for those judged too harshly.
Maybe I needed to be my red-obsessed son's hero.
I'll admit, I've gone too far.
We'll be taking corrective measures soon.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Calm

Do you need a break?Do you need to work on your blog?Do you need a shower?

Even the best mothers know there is bliss to be found in a bag of popcorn and "Jay Jay"

Harlan was inspired...

Harlan read my poem last night which probably inspired his email today:

Someone had written the Cendant Internet Engineering group, asking what the zip code was there. Someone else (Mark, mentioned momentarily) said 02142, and I corrected them by memory to 02141. Mark insisted it was 02142, when Tanya wrote:

> [...] according to USPS it was 02141.

And then I wrote to the group my haiku:

Boo-YAH... take THAT, Mark!
Oh two one four two indeed
Utterly whack, yo

It may be that it's the first haiku to use "boo-yah", "whack", and "yo". :-)

--Harlan