Last couple of days has been busy – in that business / career-path planing sorta way… I’m totally mentally, and to a certain degree, emotionally drained…. Making crafting clever recounts of life experiences, and their denial, rather tough…. Nonetheless – here I am… Pecking at this damn keyboard now aren’t I….

If I could apply HALF this amount of discipline and consistency to exercise, I’d look fabulous in a Speedoâ„¢.

(*shrug*) – it’s all about where we shine our flashlight of attention.

(god – crappy metaphor)… moving on….

Alright – so we get this call from Elise asking us if we wanted to go to to little Andrew’s Spring Concert at school. Of course we said yes.

I remember the sort of patient sighs my parents would emit when the subject of these concerts came up. You go of course to see YOUR kid – it’s not about a “group performance”….

Theatre critics don’t write about sixty third graders yell-singing along with pre-recorded music while flamboyantly effeminate music directors sit on the sidelines mouthing words and giving choreography cues… and neither will I.

What I can write about is how our lil’ man mustered the courage during the finale to do his lasso stunt in front of all those people… It was in question that he’d do it since he was protesting heavily the week prior-to. Elise swears he was able to go through with it because we showed up….

I got a kick out of watching the parents… There definitely were different “flavors” of parent present.

The seemingly “normal” ones who sat attentively and painted on their best smiles despite the missed notes.

The completely detached ones who spent most of the concert pecking at their PDAs.

And the compulsive documentary filmmakers.

I found myself trying to match parent to offspring based on behavior… until I discovered the other parent-type.

“The armchair socio-cultural anthropologist / compulsive photo snapping / blog-denying god parent.”

…..then I sat the hell down and enjoyed the show.