Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Recital

Today was a busy day at work. I was glad to finally be taking off for home. When I got home, my wife was making up some tacos for dinner. We had to eat earlier than normal so we could get to the kids piano recitals.

We got to the piano gallery early. We couldn't leave early enough to beat my mother-in-law though. Pam complained that mom always has to be the first person there. Anyway, we went in and got seats in the front few rows. There were only eight people performing in our session and one of those was sick. Amy took her place and played her piece because she likes it so much.

Our daughter got up to do her two piano pieces. The first piece went great, but when she was playing the second piece she had some struggles. Once she had messed up, she kept on messing up. I think it was because she was so frustrated with herself. She struggled all the way through that piece. We felt bad for her because we knew that it would be difficult for her. I was proud that she continued despite all of it. Things don't always go well.

Of course it didn't help that our son had his best performance ever. What he did up there was impressive (even to him). He flew through that performance. He doesn't like to be in piano lessons, but he does do quite well. As a matter of fact, when it was announced that this would be Makelle Goffs last performance he looked at us hopefully. Can it be mine too? We ended up telling him that we would like him to be able to sight read music and be able to play it if called on. He said he is going to work hard to do that.

After the recital, we talked with the Davis family. They are getting ready to move to Raleigh, North Carolina. My daughter says that she needs to have Sara come on over before they move (for her birthday at the end of this month). It sounded like it would be a couple of months before they move but they want a couple of addresses and phone numbers from us of a common friend as well as my sister-in-law. The old neighborhood that we used to live in is changing. There are a lot of people moving from over there.

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