I learned this morning that the performances I so enjoyed are not over. Early in the morning, while my coffee was still hot, he called to inform me that the Jazz Choir has one final concert on Monday night and he’s making little pies for the event.
Two things: First, what the hell are little pies? Second, ANOTHER concert? Didn’t the last concert last for three-and-a-half hours? Didn’t the Jazz Choir sing twice? Aren’t all the kids in Jazz Choir also in Singers or New Dimension and didn’t they already perform? Do we really need another night at the school?
All that said, I have a conflict on this night and cannot attend. For this scheduling snafu, I’m truly sad. Ben is a performer and I wish I could see him one more time. The up-side to this is that my wife was traveling for work this past week and wasn’t able to enjoy the Thursday night concert. Now she can go and enjoy the best of Cole Porter and Nate King Cole. I think they only sing songs written by people who have Cole in their name.
As for my Journey? Oh, of course. I mowed my yard and worked in garden, giving me a walk of nearly three miles and a very good work out. I did eat spinach, mushroom and egg for breakfast, my daughter’s macaroni and cheese with tuna and peas for lunch, and a vege pizza for supper. Add to the fact that I worked in our garden for a while and I can honestly report that was closer to vegetables than I’ve been in a long time.
And I’m down four pounds. Perhaps there’s something to this hard work, full sun, and a plate of spinach from time to time. Who knew?