jedi cellists

I had the youth concerts for MSO, so no music history or work. Good thing too, because it was rainy all day. That wouldn't have been fun. Karen gave me a Jedi healer outfit to wear. She wore one and Sharon did as well. Ken was Obi Wan. And some of Karen's friends came down to participate. We had some Storm Troopers, Princess Leia (who is "Ken's favorite"), a few others that I can't remember the names of (I haven't seen the Star Wars movies in many years), and of course, Darth Vader. The kids were screaming like crazed fans every time the characters would come out. At lunch I sat at a table with Dr. Aloisio and John Weaver, who are both trombonists. John had us all going for about five minutes with this story about how his high school had had a Gregorian chant half-time show. Then Aloisio says, "Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be trombone players." It was funny. Another memorable quote was when we were discussing our lunches (provided by the Mankato West cafeteria) and Aloisio said "It's like a festival of saturated fat on my plate." It felt like Saturday today. I really need to work on my paper for American Indians and finish packing for tomorrow.
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I totally understand. I mean, I know how to basically care for a child, but I just don't have that need to nurture and that unconditional, "love you even though you just slobbered all over my favorite shirt" kind of gene. Maybe it will kick in later, but I think Im more likely to have a child to live vicariously through it rather than to love it. Which makes me a horrible, horrible parent.