Hell in a nutshell
Dec. 19th, 2003 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yendiHell is listening to a group of fourth graders playing "The Dreidel Song" on trombones.
Today was the Holiday Coffee at Elayna's school. Having had the coffee they serve there before, I stopped at Starbucks en route, and, upon leaving, received a ride offer from a fellow parent. Which meant that I only walked about 3/4 of a mile in the cold, instead of 1.5 miles, but that also meant that I not only missed out on valuable exercise, but I had to sit through more of the coffee than I'd planned.
As always, they didn't release a schedule ahead of time, so only upon arriving (at around 8:30), did I discover that Elayna was not on stage until 9:30, which was earlier than I'd actually expected.
So, I munched on the treats (mmm, donuts), dodged through the crowd of other parents, found a seat, and reached for my book.
Which I'd left at home. Shit!
Fortunately, rummaging through my backpack, I found an issue of Comics Buyer's Guide that I'd not gotten around to reading, and surreptitiously enjoyed month-old opinions by Peter David and Heidi McDonald while suffering through horrendous string and brass music. And yes, it would have been just as hideous if Elayna had been in the band. And yes, I applauded and smiled, just like everyone else.
After a few more skits, the singing began, and after the pre-schoolers went, Elayna's class finally got their turn. For once, they managed to put her in the front row (since she's the shortest kid in her class, you'd think that would be ensured). However, thanks to the massive crowds of parents, teachers, kids who shouldn't have been in there, and chairs, getting close enough to get a good picture wasn't possible. I managed to snap one or two before she went on stage, though.
Amazingly, her class finished right when they were supposed to. I gave her a congratulatory hug and kiss (and thank goodness she's still at an age where such things don't embarrass her), and, like every other parent whose kid was finished performing, booked out of there before the next performance. I suspect that by the time the PTA president spoke at 10:45, there were about six parents left.
Anyway, I'm now at work, which will be interrupted by a party and one of those horrible gift-giving events where people pick a number, and the later numbers get to foist the crap they get on the earlier people. Then more work, as I get everything in order by the time I leave.
Today was the Holiday Coffee at Elayna's school. Having had the coffee they serve there before, I stopped at Starbucks en route, and, upon leaving, received a ride offer from a fellow parent. Which meant that I only walked about 3/4 of a mile in the cold, instead of 1.5 miles, but that also meant that I not only missed out on valuable exercise, but I had to sit through more of the coffee than I'd planned.
As always, they didn't release a schedule ahead of time, so only upon arriving (at around 8:30), did I discover that Elayna was not on stage until 9:30, which was earlier than I'd actually expected.
So, I munched on the treats (mmm, donuts), dodged through the crowd of other parents, found a seat, and reached for my book.
Which I'd left at home. Shit!
Fortunately, rummaging through my backpack, I found an issue of Comics Buyer's Guide that I'd not gotten around to reading, and surreptitiously enjoyed month-old opinions by Peter David and Heidi McDonald while suffering through horrendous string and brass music. And yes, it would have been just as hideous if Elayna had been in the band. And yes, I applauded and smiled, just like everyone else.
After a few more skits, the singing began, and after the pre-schoolers went, Elayna's class finally got their turn. For once, they managed to put her in the front row (since she's the shortest kid in her class, you'd think that would be ensured). However, thanks to the massive crowds of parents, teachers, kids who shouldn't have been in there, and chairs, getting close enough to get a good picture wasn't possible. I managed to snap one or two before she went on stage, though.
Amazingly, her class finished right when they were supposed to. I gave her a congratulatory hug and kiss (and thank goodness she's still at an age where such things don't embarrass her), and, like every other parent whose kid was finished performing, booked out of there before the next performance. I suspect that by the time the PTA president spoke at 10:45, there were about six parents left.
Anyway, I'm now at work, which will be interrupted by a party and one of those horrible gift-giving events where people pick a number, and the later numbers get to foist the crap they get on the earlier people. Then more work, as I get everything in order by the time I leave.