Bandapalooza

Swoop home for a quick dinner, then it’s off to the middle school for Bandapalooza! We listen to the middle school band, one high school’s jazz ensemble, and the other high school’s marching band, then the kids get to try all the instruments. Too fun. I ask DS what he thinks he likes. Saxophone and trombone, he tells me. He tries everything. Turns out he likes (and is...
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Yoga Meltdown

Threw a fit in yoga class today. Quietly, of course, not to disturb the others in the class, but a fit nonetheless. I sneak in and set up, and the first position off the bat is one that’s impossible for me to do. Virasana–hero’s pose.Bending the knees is no problem. It’s the thighs and calves. All those years of Highland dancing gave me calves like baseballs. They do not...
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Musings: Twilight

Okay. So I finally get around to reading the one book that everyone in the world (at least, every female in the world) has read except me: Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight. Students of mine have raved, friends of mine have raved. I’ve resisted. I did the same with poor Harry Potter. I ignored the siren’s song until Goblet of Fire, then cracked the cover of Sorcerer’s...
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You Ain’t No ‘Lectric Elephant

My grandmother, Mama’s mother, was a one-woman force of nature. She was up every day at about 5:30. It seemed like half of those days, she had a pound cake baked and cooling on the counter by the time the rest of the house resurrected itself in time for breakfast. She ran the family farm from the business end, negotiating prices, handling cash, balancing the books. She kept my...
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10 Superstitions, Traditions, and/or Personality Quirks

I always duck my head when I drive under a railroad bridge, especially if there’s a train on it.I kiss two fingers and scratch the roof if I go through a yellow light. Okay, the visor, since Inga’s roof is usually down.I eat M&Ms and Skittles in pairs by color.Purple straw with my Slurpee, thank you.I always call out “Bread and butter!” when I split the pole with...
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Still a Fangirl

Earlier this politicking season, I came out. I declared myself a fangirl for Elizabeth Edwards (read why here). Given her rant in the New York Times yesterday, I’m glad I’m a fangirl.Her basic argument is that this presidential campaign has been determined by a narrative outline tacitly accepted by the press. The candidates are their image, and anything that strays outside the image...
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