Every year our church hosts Gospel Fest. We have a well-known Gospel historian/musician come in and run a clinic, with a concert the next day. On Sunday morning we have a Gospel music service. It’s a hoot. This is a Lutheran church, people! The music is outstanding, the service is inspirational, but…we truly are the Frozen Chosen. I say this with love in my heart, but we just can’t move while singing. We look like Weeping Willow trees, just sorta swaying in the breeze. Comical. I played in the instrumental ensemble yesterday morning. Nothing like Gospel flute. I wish we’d do a Bluegrass service, but not a whole lot of Bluegrass flute either. LOL
Yesterday at dinner Tom and I determined the role of an iPod in someone’s life. It’s to give you your very own Life Soundtrack. You can change music based on what’s going on. You know, like that old Far Side comic: “Bad Guy, Ernie…Minor Key!” (Trust me on this, J is waking up and I don’t have time to search for it or scan it in…but it’s a funny panel). So we determined the soundtrack main theme for our family: pretty much ANY overture by Rossini. “The Italian Girl in Algiers” was playing while we had dinner and it mirrored what was going on at dinner. A slow beginning, very lyrical, then suddenly fast and amusing, zipping to an energetic ending. Yup, that is dinner here at Chez NADM. We start off with actual eating (with occasional good manners), then one of the boys starts with something amusing, the other imitates, the table pushing begins (never again will I buy a lightweight table from IKEA, though I love IKEA stuff), food throwing or blahblahblah at the top of one’s voice commences, and it all zips to a quick end to dinner when J tosses his sippy cup milk across the table and nails A’s open cup of soy milk, drenching the kitchen. Ahh, we’re living a Rossini overture.
The boys’ bedtime is 7 pm. Lately A has been passing out at about 7:01. Must have something to do with getting up at 5:freakin’:30. With our schedules and general exhaustion, marital intimacy keeps getting put on the back burner. So hey, let’s take advantage of the early bedtime! Which is all well and good, until you’re, um, taking advantage of the situation and hear the following from the next room: