







I wandered back to the camp's dining hall where all the other parents had gathered to wait for their kids to get done with the day's rehearsal. No internet access so I spent the long afternoon writing two columns for the paper, 4 menus for work, fiddled with a few movie reviews and started a Christmas themed short story about a tree salesman who gets robbed. The sun was going down by the time I was to go pick up Zoe from her rehearsal. She was bruised, battered and exhausted from rehearsing two modern dance pieces that required a lot of rolling around, jumping and falling. Over and over all day. She discovered the practical meaning of having a love hate relationship with something.



- Current Location:On the Trail
- Current Mood:
tired
- Current Music:"One Man's Problem" - Jayhawks
Comments
Everybody I know hates Prairie Home Companion 'cepting moi. I guess I'm sentimental.
Well since Keillor is set to retire and the sound effects guy passed away, I think the show will get re-vitalized for me. That's okay for you though - everyone has their soft, gushy center. After all, I shouldn't talk, I'm a Real Housewives of Beverly Hills fan. I rationalize and call it research.
I love that little chapel. My kind of church. I told Z she should get married there. Another eye roll moment.
The Lake Wobegon monologues actually make me cry, which is how schmaltzy I am. I was thinking the other day that part of it has to do with being here and feeling so very unconnected: NPR provides a thread of continuity 'cause I've listened to these shows through so many life stages. I am Ira Glass's secret war bride!!!!
And as for PHC ... I'm with you. That show jumped the shark years ago.
Yah - that chapel looks like it jumped out of an old John Ford western. Its just about as old, evidently.