Bizzy bizzy. It is BAND CAMP WEEK, Y’ALL.
Here I thought I was all done with high school marching band (and a little sad about it, too), but Gaze decided to march. He is currently one of four rookies in the low brass (baritone horn and trombone) section, and he is doing very well.
Also, we have a new band director. Our previous band director, who did a bang-up job for us for several years, joined his wife in the Charlotte, NC area and has taken a position with a high school there. The new director was most recently at a smaller high school two counties away, doing a wonderful job there. We were sorry to see Mr. Butler go, but delighted to have Mr. Wilner.
I called Bookworm from the field today where I was helping out, and held my phone up so she could hear what was going on: the clink-clink-clink of the infamous Dr. Beat, plus the band director counting out loud. “Do you miss it?” I asked.
There was a small silence, and then she said, “Not Dr. Beat, I don’t.”
Wearing Moschino Funny! and counting my blessings that it isn’t swelteringly hot.