MY BOGGY BLOG: find your way through the murk

Piano Recital Survivor

Nobody ever told me about the joy of hearing your child perform in a
concert. The pride that wells up, even if they make mistakes, because
you've heard all the work that has gone into that moment, and the
courage it takes to perform in front of even a small group. Such was
today's piano recital, where each of my three darlings played their
pieces, not perfectly but with great spunk. About a dozen kids
performed, all at various levels of ability, with an audience of 20
some friends and relatives. Our teacher C. has wonderful recitals
which are casual and yet taken seriously, too. Some kids dress up and
some do not. C. also performs, which I think is a good thing for the
kids to see. And then there is the nicel ritual of everyone bringing
treats to share afterward, and time just hanging out together. The
whole thing just makes me feel good.

Tonight we are awaiting the finale of Survivor, the one show our
family watches together. It has become quite a fun ritual for us, with
lots of speculation about who will win or what strategies will be
developed, badmouthing the jerks, cheering and groaning throughout
watching the show. It's our one dive into reality TV, and we've been
watching since the first season. I know, I know, our poor warped
children... but everyone's gotta warp their kids somehow, right?

We're not being warped, and it's surprising that that show seems to
hire the perfect amounts of idiots, with only a few (0-3) smart
people.There was this one strong guy who was as dumb and weak-of-mind
as a fencepost. We cheered when they finally kicked him out, the
weenie!