This morning we all trooped over to B's school to see a performance of Anansi the Spider. Bennett (and all the kids) had to arrive wearing all black for their costumes. Boy, did she look cute. We got there in plenty of time, dropped her off at the staging area and sat patiently in the first row. Out the kids came, looking super adorable and excited - everyone except B. She started crying the moment she got on the stage. The director asked who in the audience was Bennett's mom - up shot two hands. B ran to us and we all watched the performance together. She loved the practice in class, but woe to the person who makes her perform in front of an audience. We don't really care, she is only just about four years old and that's a lot of pressure. She will or won't want to perform later. At least she likes to participate in class.
After the non-performance, we went to the school's annual Musical Roots festival and had mango lassi, curry veg and pizza for B. B played on the drums, got balloons, and we bought a Celtic music CD. It was pretty fun - a gorgeous day. I got tired and we went home.
I have had terrible chemo toots all day. I am afraid the entire house might smell foul. I think it might be the Indian food - it was advertised as nine nuts and nine veggies. That could do it - don't you think?
Pat is dismantling an old typewriter, B is asleep and I am sipping on my 4 oz. of wine that I get to drink only on special occasions. Today is one. I am alive. That is enough of a reason to celebrate - though next time I am going to splurge on much better wine...
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