Something that I didn't have time to do then was to tell you all about our busy and fun weekend from May 30 to June 1. It started with me heading down to Lakeland on Friday night for a performance with
Mobile Performance Group at a reception for patrons held by the
Polk Museum of Art. Mommy stayed home with the girls.
It was a very relaxed gig and we all did minimal prep work. It was fun to just get together and let loose for once. Usually we are traveling to important conferences and have to be sure we are very well prepped and ready to impress. This was a crowd that was very new to our type of act and appreciated our little jam session.
Except for one guy. Right at the start of our set, this older gentleman comes up to me while I am performing and asks, "What are you doing?"
Not uncommon. I replied with my stock, "We're making music."
This usually provokes a more specific question. Instead his reply was, "That's not music. I know music and that's not music. It's just noise." This was followed by some muttering that I couldn't make out because after all I am trying to perform. Followed by "Maybe it's 'music' the way Bill Clinton defined 'is'. You know what I mean." He smirked in obvious satisfaction with his joke. I didn't get it. It's not like I am a Clinton fan, it just didn't make sense.
After this his wife dragged him away like she had done this sort of thing before. I that might be a bad omen for the night, but the rest went off without a hitch. We were well received.
On Saturday, mommy was hosting one of her
meetings with the ladies at the house. So I grabbed the girls and headed for the grandparents. Maybe you have
seen my dad on TV recently as he is now a local celebrity.
Anyway, Penny stayed with Grandma while Grandpa, Bethany and I went on a canoe trip down
Rock Springs Run. I have fond memories of doing this growing up and was excited to take my daughter on the trip. It's four hours and 8.5 miles from King's Landing to the Wekiva Marina. Bethany sat in the middle while the men rowed.
We saw turtles, butterflies, herons, catfish, gar, raccoons, a water snake and one big gator. One is enough.
After our picnic at the Indian Mound, Bethany decided we should play pirates to spice things up. She made Grandpa the captain. She and I were the maties. She knew all the lingo from "argh" to "ahoy".
It was just about then that we shipwrecked. Daddy tried to push off with his oar and got caught. We tipped enough that we started taking on water. "What's happening?" asked Bethany rather patiently, but not totally calm.
"It'll be OK," I assured her. I scooped her up and sat her on a stump that was protruding from the water. From there, she watched while Grandpa and I raised the canoe out of the water then flipped it over to rid it of the offending water.
We were underway again shortly, but B had no more interest in playing pirates anymore. I guess things had gotten a little too real.
Toward the end she leaned forward against the crossbar and gently closed her eyes to take a nap while still sitting up. Very tired, but a real trooper.
Sunday started off early with
church (website coming soon). I was running sound so we all had to be early for rehearsal, one of the compromises of having only one car.
After nap, we decided to have a family outing together to a Cubs game. Unfortunately
Wrigley Field was too far, but we are fortunate to have a
class A affiliate nearby. Unlike their Northern namesake, an early game here means 5:35pm and they don't have too many. With two young girls, we didn't want to let the opportunity pass us by.
It is a
great little ballpark right on the intercoastal waterway. Lots of history too.
We had a great time. There are lots of kid friendly activities between the innings. B got friendly with the mascot and gave him a hug. I bought her a hat because she had expressed some envy for Mommy's a few days earlier.
After the game, kids were allowed to take the field and run the bases. How cool is that! Bethany lined up at the gate with me, but was very clear that she wanted to go by herself.
Kids took turns saying their name into the mic and home plate and then took off around the diamond. B's motor was about half speed, but she took great pleasure in waving HI to each kid that passed her. When she reached the plate, she was winded but immediately said she wanted to go again.
"No sweetie, we need to head home. You've had enough excitement for one weekend."