School Already?

Today was Ky’s 1st day back at school…. 5th grade, can you believe it? Hard to imagine this is her last year in elementary. She is playing with her trumpet now…. Dear Lord what was I thinking?? The poor dogs are all hiding, including Ladybug. When I got home tonight, Mike and Ky met me at the door, each holding their instruments—they called themselves the .... Jazz Band. It was funny, Mike tried playing his sax, and I tried the trumpet again…. it was pretty sad, really!! I don’t think either one of us have any hope for joining a REAL band anytime soon!






We went to Paris tonight…had to make a delivery for work, and then we went out to eat at the only restaurant in town, “Jonesy’s Diner”. It was a neat place. Nothing fancy. The old time bar w/ stools are still in the middle of the dining area w/ old wooden booths for additional dining. All kinds of junk, old and new, on the walls…the best part was that the kitchen was in true diner fashion—open for all to see. Ky was intrigued with the old-time milk shakes. She had strawberry, chocolate for me, and Mike had homemade coconut cream pie. We all were in heaven. When we were finished, Ky and I broke out singing a Beatles song together—it was on the radio. Our waitress and cook got a kick out of Ky knowing that song! Yes, I am one of “those” mothers! I make Ky listen to real, TRUE music…I have to make up for the Jonas Brothers somehow! UGH! This must be how my parents felt when I would go ga-ga over New Kids in the 80’s. Boy was I pathetic!

Now I must pause as Ky has entered the room with her beautiful trumpet. I will listen and do my best to ooh and ahh at all the right times…. in between the serenity prayer, of course….


(Ky begins playing the trumpet)


(My brain…who am I kidding…my entire BEING, with a twist of Motherly love, responding to the beautiful music)

“Ok…a sick dog has climbed into this trumpet and is dying a slow and painful death. An entire school year of wearing earplugs has now become my destiny!! Excuse me while I listen…enthusiastically, of course!”

Well, the house is now quiet again…the little trumpeter has gone to bed. I have never been so relieved to “strictly” enforce bedtime. And to think…she didn’t even have band class today. I know. I know. Don’t tell me, the best is yet to come? Thanks for the cliché, but I don’t need to hear that…literally!