Which leads me to realize how sorely behind I am in my movie watching responsibilities. I truly love the movies. But these days are filled with other things and I don't even find the time to watch at home.
So, project #127 this summer is to catch up on Will Farrell movies. He's so funny.
But event #1 as you might know is seeing Phish at The Mann. Does anyone out there realize this my first show was at the Mann on 6/25/95 with pal o'buddy of mine Mik the Fish and they haven't returned there since that date? That sounds a little hashkacha pratise-sque if you ask me. But I didn't think you were asking me.
You know what else just happened? Nistar had a gig today teaching/playing recorder and flute to the Green Bubbie's crew. She was well-received and I heard the children all had a super duper time. And learned a bunch too. Nistar told me she explained her curved headjoint. (Phish heads, don't get any ideas). The curved headjoint is totally what enabled Nistar to play flute at the youngish age of 1st grade.
So, that just happened.
You know what else just happened?
I just realized that I am writing this on 6/25/14. That is 19 years to the date after my first Phish show.
All in the affirmative, that's what Stango tells me with regard to my reverence for my favorite band. All I gotta say is we must get the Steinerman Family Band show on the road. Like the Wolfman says, we don't have a song. Ok, mama, get on that. Gotta pick a song. We have Concealed Light on flute. Wolfman on drums (which by the way, he is doing great at...you *must* hear his overplay of a Nirvana tune his music teacher played for us today). The Wolfman's Brother on keyboard. Tattie/Stango on sax/harmonica/guitar. Supposedly Mama's gonna learn the uke, as we just picked one up in the ADKs. I don't know how that will happen exactly as I still have to pack up 2 children for 3+ weeks of camp and prepare a shabbos meal for 10 and pump milk for Levi so I can get out to the shows at the Mann for a good portion of the day two days in a row and make lunches and put away the school papers and put up for sale on Craigs List the life preserver we don't need and all the baby gear we don't need and oh yeah what about Main Line Tech Coaches?
Maybe I have come down with some kind of disease when I tell myself that I keep waiting for the time when I can finally say that this has all been wonderful but now I'm on my way. That would be a really terrible disease because I love love love my whole phamily and I don't want to be on my way but all this typing and writing and lists and stuff to do and stuff to clear out and stuff and stuff and stuff and give away bags and the weeds in the lawn that are prickly and invasive and the car that has tons of pollen on it and the numerous bottles of sunblock used halfway...well, it's all so much that I'd rather be Phishin'!
And yet, sweet baby Levi is nearly a year old! Cutie pie he is.
Time on the clock is ticking and I gotta post this before Cinderella turns into a pumpkin and I miss out on the opportunity for this to be published on 6/25/95. Since all of you devoted fans are keeping tabs on that.
Seriously, now, anyone wanna do the camp packing and clothing labeling for me? And tell me what I need to go out and get last minute?
