The normal work day followed by the normal after school activities with a twist. This particular Thursday was going to take some amazing balancing acts to survive. I came home from work, slammed tofu into the pan and set the rice. I left the watching of the rice to the Pop and took Neen to his orchestral debut. The evening was for me, tortuous.
Fiddles squeek and play off beat with regularity.
I tried to keep from banging my head against the cement block wall of the auditorium as they careened in and out of time and tune. Neen was unimpressed with his performance. We booked out as soon as our little feet could carry us towards dinner. More rain, swollen rivers, wading cows. The beans are now poking through.