There's a First Time For Everything
We had a weekend of firsts around here:
- The first time that Jude, Noah, my mother, and myself had ever been to the symphony. We went to the Ft. Smith Symphony, and listened to an amazing performance by classical guitarist Pablo Villegas, then Richard Strauss' A Hero's Life. WOW! That's almost all I have to say about that. Except that I was really regretting letting the boys stay up late the night before watching a movie, because Jude was whiny beyond belief. Sigh. Oh, well. I enjoyed it as well as I could. And it was so. great. to get to dress up for once. (I mean really dress up, not just put on a skirt and blouse.)
- The first time that Jude went fishing. Grandpa Mike says he's a natural--even cast the spinning reel. (I think that's what it is called. I, obviously, am not a fisherperson.)
- The first time I milked a cow. Okay, I use that phrase very loosely. I tried, but I am really, really pathetic at it. Mike makes it look so easy. Sigh. I guess I'll just have to keep practicing. BUT! I am loving that we have been drinking raw milk for about a week, now! Mmm.... so good.
- The first time I've owned a laptop. It came today, but Jason promptly commandeered it, as the computer he ordered for himself for work has not arrived yet, and he was losing the use of the one he had been using as of today. Sigh. I'll get to play with my new toy soon enough. Hopefully, that means I will occasionally still get to play with high-speed internet at a café or some such thing.