Monday, July 31, 2006

Monday

Monday is the worst day of the week. It always starts out promisingly enough, but somehow between breakfast and dinner the whole world goes to sh&t. On the bright side, I have Tuesday off, as I do most weeks, and my vacation starts on Friday. I have been practicing like a crazy person and I still sound like crap on the flute, and let's not even discuss the piccolo! But I will continue to toil away for the next two weeks, perhaps one of these days it will all fall into place.
In the blink of an eye, my children are growing up, much more quickly than I anticipated. Two weeks ago Rowan let me know he did not believe in Santa Claus anymore but has promised not to spoil the fun for Devon. I suppose that means I will no longer have to leave dollars under the pillow in exchange for teeth. What a milestone. I have also discovered that Rowan has hair under his arms - eek, where did the time go? It seems like only yesterday that I was giving him his first bath, wondering what his first word would be (it was BeBop, by the way, hence the name his Grandpa has come to be called ever since.)
Tomorrow will be another hot one, with plenty to do. I hope to take the kids to the waterpark, and after Devon's soccer game we will head to the fair for beer and cheese curds. (Root beer, in their case!)

Sunday, July 30, 2006

I'm an auntie!

Announcing the arrival of Aiden Evangeline Dorzok, daughter of David Skola and Wanda Dorzok. Aiden was born yesterday morning, July 29, at 10AM and weighs just over 7 pounds with a great head of dark hair. I can't wait to meet her - an aunt at last!

Mom and the kids after a great performance at the Grand

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Sunday morning

After seeing Ed's terrific website and all of his blog entries, I thought I'd try my hand at it. Great way to put my thoughts on paper and record all the cool things about the family. Here we go!
As I approach my 38th birthday (the dark side of 30) as well as my 20 year high school reunion, I have begun to look back. There is little in my life I regret, but I do wish I had kept up with the music that was once so much a part of my life, and I've found myself with a renewed interest in it. Perhaps the catalyst was my son's wish to begin violin lessons, but I have been reminded of how important music once was to me, and had I not allowed myself to be derailed I would likely be a professional flute player in a symphony somewhere today. However, life happened and years passed, and I found myself with the profound desire to try again, so I've picked up the Gemeinhardt and begun to practice daily in hopes I can regain some of what I've lost. I've scheduled an audition date for the local symphony but I am terrified of rejection. What once came so easily to me is now a struggle, and I desperately wish I had never given up what I loved to do. I used to spend three hours a day practicing, losing myself in classical music, and I was the best of the best, principal flutist here for several years. I am mediocre at best now, but I believe with perseverance I will once again have the sound I was once capable of. Wish me luck.