We were weary as we pulled into the parking lot of our building after a long day of apartment hunting. It’s tiring work, and a bit nerve-wracking, looking for a new place to call home, one that meets our needs, is close to a good school, and most importantly, one that we can afford. We sat there in the car, waiting for this song to finish, and we knew… We knew that wherever we end up, we’ll be okay as long as we’re together.
We didn’t realize it till later, but that night was the 10th anniversary of the day Aaron proposed. He proposed on Alki Beach on a very chilly night, and later we had to hunt down a pay phone (remember those?) so I could call my parents.
It’s a decade later, and some major twists and turns along the way, but we’re happier than ever. So much love.
I love the Beatles. I can’t think of a better way to introduce my daughter to live music than a Beatles cover band. The music is bright and upbeat with out all those saccharine qualities that drive me nuts about so many childrens’ programs. And did I mention that I love the Beatles.
How lucky was I that the first band to headline in the summer concert series at the mall across the street was just such a band? Incidentally, I used to see this band on occasion at the Phoenix Underground, and Doc Maynards, and other Pioneer Square hot spots nearly 20 years ago.
The mall created something of a carnival atmosphere, with food stands and a beer garden and balloons. Oh what fun.
Gem and Daddy had fun too. Although I think they were much more into the balloon we tied to her stroller.
But she did get into the music too
We’ve been trying to get her out of the house for all different kinds of experiences – but a live band across the street couldn’t get much more convenient. The concert series continues with a different band every Wednesday night through the rest of the summer. I think we’ll be back for more.
Most days, the fact that Mr. H and I go to different schools with different schedules is not an issue. This week has been a different story. As I mentioned earlier, Mr. H graduated from UW on Saturday which has had him in party mode since he turned in his final paper on Friday. I, on the other hand, still have finals and papers due this week.
The party/not to party debate has been raging for the past five days.
Aside from the fact that I still have a serious amount of studying and writing to do, there is also the fact that Mr. H is a good five years younger than me and much less of a lightweight when it comes to partying.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good party. It’s just so much easier to enjoy when I’m not stressing out about whether or not I will be able get my #$%& together and finish this quarter with adequate grades.
Obviously I lost that battle, because this is just one quarter for me and its Graduation for him. The last, and coolest, party we attended this weekend was on Sunday night and it was thrown by one of the students in Mr. H’s Persian program.
Those students in the Persian Studies program know how to throw a party.
I’ve been busy this week.
I have one final final and I’m done for the quarter. Then I can breath, sleep, party…
For weeks my husband sat waiting for the mail. He would check the mail several times a day, pout, and double check again to make sure there wasn’t a little yellow package slip tucked in the corner of the mail box. Today the little yellow package slip arrived and Mr. H ran up to the desk to pick up his new baby.
What, pray tell was in that package?
I’ve really got to do something about those book shelves. They are embarrassingly dishevelled. Really people, I take better care of my books than that, its just that I reference them frequently and I have yet to hire a library tech to re-shelve them for me.
Oh, what? Yeah, you wanted to know what was in the package. I’m feeling a little ADD today.
The package came with a hard case, replacement strings and it’s own special pick (and plenty of bubble wrap to keep me entertained).
It’s a Persian Tar. Shipped from Iran a month ago. He’s already playing like he’s had it for years (he’s one of those annoying people who can pick up any instrument and make music come out). Mr. H is graduating with a Bachelor of Arts in Near Eastern Language and Civilization in 3 weeks and starting his masters program with the same focus in the fall. Said tar is his graduation gift.
In case you didn’t know, a tar is a persian lute. Wikipedia link here.
And this is what it sounds like:
Now I’m off to play with bubble wrap.
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