Saturday, November 22, 2003

Early and Cold

My son. God love him. He gets up with the sunshine. Even when the sun isn't shining, he knows what time it should be shining. And he's up and at them (No, up and atom!).

This morning he climbed into our bed at about 7am. Now, 7am isn't that early, but it's Saturday morning for crikey chrissake. Sleep a bit you little energetic freakazoid!

Gah.

I pretended to sleep and delayed getting up for about another 45 minutes, until I really had to go to the bathroom. He had gotten out of our bed and made his way to the kitchen, where he'd poured himself a glass of juice and was politely sitting in front of the Casio keyboard which we had set up for him last night, waiting for permission to play.

Sometimes this kid's kindness and courtesy blow me away.

I told him to wait until after I took the dogs out, fed them, shut the bedroom door so as not to disturb daddy, got some coffee on, and then I would set the volume at the right spot for him and he could play.

He did wait through all those things and played for a good half hour before realizing it was Saturday morning and that infernal FoxBox programming would soon be on.

The Casio was turned off and he sat through the pet show with Marc Marrone, that chaotic animal wrangler from the Martha Stewart show who now has his own program in syndication. I was in youth group with his brother and sister. I met Marc once in 1982 or something... he is older than his siblings, and I remember being somewhat creeped out by him. Now he's a big time syndicated Jack Hannah petstore wannabe.

Anyway -- his show is bizarre. There's balanced chaos in which predators and prey sit on the same table while he talks about the puppy he's holding. Because there is so much going on in the scenes, Geoff sits there with his mouth hanging open trying to figure out what the animals all are and why there are so many of them there when Marc is talking about one parrot.

Why do we need the bunnies and the snakes and the mice and the chicken and the donkey and the gastropods all on the table at the same time? Something's going to go horribly wrong one of these days. Bunny will get eaten by python as Marc stands with his back to them and discusses this macaw's beautiful plumage.

Anyway -- the stupid FoxBox shows started and he's happily eating waffles, watching Sonic or whatever the hell is on, and going over to the keyboard to start the preprogramed tune loop.

It's a quiet day. After 10am and Doug and Jessie are still in bed.


Last night we went out to see All About Buford. Not as big a crowd as last time they were in this venue, but a happy crowd nonetheless. Multiple birthdays were celebrated, mine among them, and Amy made a cake for me.

AAB has a new vocal percussionist, in fact it has TWO VPs now, one lives on the west coast, the other here in Boston. They perform as a fivesome when they can, but otherwise it's just the quartet.

We got to see Ben, the local VP, for the first time last night. He does some wonderful things with bass while doing his mouth drumming. It sounds like five things are coming out of him at once. A lot of the songs they do that I'm very familiar with now have a new mix to them. Very interesting.

Shah even channeled Michael Jackson (the dancer, not the alleged diddler) and a good time was had by all. Thank you Amy for baking the cake and causing the power in your town to go out (your cake baking powers overwhelmed the grid!) and thanks as always for making me cry with "My Funny Valentine."

I got us a babysitter from the college, she has her own car so it was nice not to have to drive 1/2 hour there and the same back for someone to watch the kids for a few hours. Finding a highschool kid around here to babysit is a near impossibility. NO one wants to babysit. They all get money from mater and pater and want to hang out with their friends and that's about it.

So I'm glad to have found this girl. The kids really liked her, she's a music major so she was really keen on learning more about AAB, and all told I'll have her back again.


This weekend will probably get washed out for us, not because of the weather or anything but because Doug has continuing ed stuff he needs to do. I may take the kids for a short walk to get them out of the house so he can watch a video that he sent away for and then go online to take a test, or however it's done. He's procrastinated on this one for months and now has to get it all done with.

We also have to get the ACs out of the windows. We keep our heat fairly low, so each draft is felt as you walk past the vulnerable ventage. I was thinking maybe my dad could help Doug do that when they come up for thanksgiving.

On that note -- I've laundry to fold and need to swing by the church and pick up donation money for turkeys and go pick some up. I'm the turkey girl! Wooooo!

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