odin has been doing awesome in piano lessons and getting high praise from his teacher. today he graduated to level 2! and I think we’ve graduated from the “uuuugggghhh! why are you making me do this stage.” he now happily claims he’d like to take lessons for “5 more years”.
i was asked by our awesome local librarian to read a book with local grade school kids and keep a journal as we read and discuss along the way. very happy to do it even if my schedule created a few conflicts
i would really enjoy doing it again if I get another invite
building the chicken coop next to the compost bin was an ace move. we don’t get much compost anymore because The Girls convert kitchen scraps to eggs first.
we went to the public school production of dr. doolittle so odin could watch one of hockey buddies ( in the back in this shot with mustache ). great play. everyone did a super job! note one of the actors recently, literally, broke a leg.
odin is in the front row playing cello just right of center. don’t tell anyone I broke the “no photos or video” rule
happy that i made it back from atlanta in time to watch the concert with 15 minutes to spare!
in atlanta, eating poutine ( cheese curds, spicy sausage, fries and gravy ) watching the wisconsin badgers fight for a spot in the final four ( they won! ) as one does.
as a resident of southwest wisconsin, signs of 24/7 surveillance in public spaces are unfamiliar. coincidence or not that soon after taking photo security appeared.
irony alert at at&t building in background.
so very 1968. it has nothing to do with my visit to atlanta. the lines caught my eye walking by.
after a looooong day of travel, testing lowlight capabilities of my new iPhone 6 from plane. not bad, but not great.
it is sort-of amazing to be able to shoot a photo from 20K feet at night from a camera phone and have it come anywhere close to acceptable.
“I am a patient boy. I wait, I wait, I wait. my time is water down a drain. everybody’s moving, everybody’s moving, everything is moving, moving, moving, moving…” fugazi – “waiting room”