“One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.” —Iris Murdoch, novelist
I’m getting an uplifting quote a day sent to me from Daily Lit. They’re taken from ‘O’ magazine, I think. Some of them are a bit twee but I love this one. Speaking of small treats, we had Big News yesterday.
David2 has been selected to go to America next year with the Senior Stage Band. They’re going for 12 days to San Francisco and Los Angeles, playing at places like Knotsberry Farm, Universal Studios and Disneyland. I’m so envious I could eat my socks. He’d prefer to go as their pianist but they already have one of those, so it’s his mad tenor sax playing skillz that got him the gig. (Or is it alto sax? Widget would know…clearly I have no idea. It IS a sax though, I’m 99% sure of that.) He had a pretty awful year last year and was so brave at just putting his head down and getting through it, so I’m wonderfully pleased that he got the nod for this. Ryan3 was also up for consideration, but someone else older got the place he may have had. He’s disappointed, but philosophical. He’s only in year 9, so he still has time. Personally, I’m sorry for him, but financially a little glad that I don’t have to shell out for 2 kids at the same time. I would have paid up without a second’s thought (because you never knock back travel and an experience like this), and if the situation changed and Ryan3 was suddenly offered a place I’d find the money without a blink….. but at the moment it’s good to think that with some belt tightening I can still make my goal of paying 25K off the principal of the mortgage by December 31 AND pay to send my child to the Northern Hemisphere. As you do.
Actually, I don’t know how much it’ll cost. I received an envelope with all of the documentation in it yesterday, but nowhere was a final cost mentioned; just a $400 deposit and then some mysterious things called ‘progress payments’. The school runs some fund raisers for this event, so maybe that’s why. Anyway… who cares? It costs what it costs and he’ll be having the most glorious time! (And surely within those 12 days I’ll get a child free weekend…. surely?) I’m just distraught about the fact that they don’t need an extra teacher to go along to help with the supervision…. I’ve heard about those American girls and their racy ways… my boy will need his Mummy along to protect his virtue. (Though when I said that to him he looked at me kindly and said, “Mum, why do you think guys become musicians in the first place?”)
I handed him the envelope as we were walking to the car and as he read where he was going his face lit up. He’s so excited about it, but he has to live up to the dreadlocks so he’s playing it cool.
“Oh my God! Universal Studios? Disneyland? I’ll need so much money…. I HAVE to get a job!” was his first reaction.
I think he has plans to take an empty suitcase and fill it up with souvenirs. He’s also looking forward to jamming with the other people in the band. Such a muso. I’m so very proud of that boy.
On something almost completely unrelated, though it does fit into the category of small treats, Stomper has written an excellent rundown of craft camp. In it she mentioned something I said about chickens. It made me laugh out loud. (Twice actually. I read it once, laughed, then read it again and laughed even harder the second time.) That woman notices everything….