A cold front came through here overnight and now it is chilly and SUPER WINDY and I'm thinking about my poor boy C and his sousaphone, which becomes a 50-pound brass sail in the wind. He and his high school marching band preformed their very last marching show rehearsal of the season in their home stadium early this morning; tomorrow they ride a bus down to San Antonio for a very big competition, then ride the bus back here for the last football game of the regular season (an away game), then back to San Antonio on Saturday to see if they made (and to perform in, if they did) the finals of the very big competition. And then marching season is over for another year. Whew!
I have been reading Tom Perrotta's The Leftovers. I like it very much; the characters are all interesting, but there isn't much in the way of plot. I sort of want to just finish it and move on to something else, but I don't know what. I have so many books on my Kindle now, it's ridiculous.
I bought Zee Avi's new album Ghostbird but I'm not sure I love it, and I decided not to buy Feist's new album Metals but now I'm wondering if I should.
It does not look like fall at all here yet. In fact, some of the Bradford pear trees in my neighborhood are apparently very confused because they are BLOOMING, which they only do in the spring. So weird. The weather here in the U.S. has been crazy this year. I guess that's just how it's going to be for a while.
This is the time of year when I feel like I'm just kind of holding my breath, waiting. Waiting for marching season to end, waiting for husband P to go on and then return from a business trip, waiting for Thanksgiving and daughter H's birthday and Christmas, waiting for our annual reunion with P's family, waiting for the days to get shorter and darker and then longer and brighter again. Waiting to flip the calendar to 2012.
Yep. That's pretty much all that's going on around here.