Not sure how the weather is in your parts, but this year, the old saying didn’t hold quite true. March certainly did come in like a lion, but if it went out like a lamb, it was a really chilly, loud and blustery one. I suppose I should have included updating this site in with my goals, but I think I may have done well, because I’ve always enjoyed when I can update on a blog, and don’t wish to make it a chore.
As I mentioned earlier, the first two weeks of March, the high school put on their production of The Little Mermaid. In order to allow the most kids to participate, they actually run two different shows. The main characters in one cast are supporting characters and ensemble in the other, except in cases where there aren’t enough kids. Rebekah is a tenth grader and had a minor role this year. She’s the one to the right, above.
Grace (above) was Ariel in one cast, and her friend, Maya was Ariel in the other cast. They’re both excellent singers and performers, though their voices are very different.
Here’s Grace as Ariel, trying out her new feet for the first time.
I obviously didn’t take this one, but I was proud to have caught a mermaid!
The kitchen scene is always a good one, and they didn’t disappoint.
On another note, my mother is going through thousands of old slides, scanning them into digital files, and she found this, from 1985. There are many stories brought to mind by this one. The plane is a Maule that belonged to South American Mission, based in Pucallpa, Peru. A team of us had spent the summer in Peru’s Gran Pajonal, a mountainous foothill region of the Andes, making an airstrip out of the top of a mountain, using picks, shovels and other hand tools that had been dropped in out of this very airplane. This was a proud moment, because had we not finished our project in the allotted time, we’d have had to hike eight hours down to the nearest airstrip to leave. There were less than thirty of us, and after a few days to acclimate, we worked like horses and were proud to see the first airplane land on our airfield.
Driving with my kids one afternoon, I had to stop and grab a photo, when I saw this. Someone, it looks like he’s named, Rob Glebe, is quite a craftsman.
The same day I saw the bees, I found this, in a neighboring town. I was disappointed when I got home, to realize I had overexposed and lost a lot of detail, but if you’re not doing something, you never learn, so I’m glad I stopped and caught it anyway.
I’m doing ok with my goals, though I did have to take a hiatus from the guitar playing for a week or so after playing with a cat, poking my finger down from the side of a piece of furniture, then hiding it and repeating in a different spot. The cat anticipated me and got the pad of my finger with her claws, slicing it open in exactly the spot I use to press the strings on the fretboard.
March 30 would have been Danny’s 20th birthday. I had a few smiles remembering the day he arrived. Those were tough days, but they were happy ones, too. Here’s a shot from a few months later, in Duncanville, TX.