Saige had her (rescheduled twice) choir concert last night. The district has a newish junior high/high school choir director. This will maybe sound mean, but it is nice to go to a choir concert and be able to tell that the choir director is trying. I could tell she had worked with the kids to sing their parts, to stay on key etc. I would even go so far as to say they sounded pretty good. It has been a long time since I could honesty say that. It makes me happy. Saige likes the choir teacher, and she likes being in choir.
It goes without saying that I am an old choir nerd myself, so a little singing and choir time is always fun.
\My dirt was finally delivered. Jim has 2 of the 4 raised beds ready for me. I managed to get the first box filled and planted 25 strawberry plants! I am now working on filling the second box, but after having been at the choir concert, it got dark faster than I could throw the dirt! My original plan of blackberry plants did not pan out, so now I am going to use the second box for a salsa garden. Blackberries will have to be tried again in the fall. Or next spring. I am excited about it!
Stuff is getting real. Graduation announcement in the paper. I teased Quincy - telling her it was nice to see her in the paper, and not in the police report section! :) She is in the process of picking dorms and roommates for next year, and working on sorting out college stuff. She is more than ready for Saturday! Now if I can just get my list completed, I will be ready for the graduation too. (But not ready for another one to leave my little nest.) Perpetual weirdness over the gosh I am so proud of you and can't wait to see what you do with your life, and sad that childhood is so short!
Which is why I am thankful for grandkids. I might not have any little birdies in my nest, but I have a couple little birdies that occasionally throw a few toys around my house, and leave their sippy cups behind, to lessen the sadness, and remind me that life is always changing, and that things work out!
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