But it wasn't awful. Just not great. And it was still worth it to see Sting live (even though it was difficult to hear the differences in voices between him and all the stage-trained performers).
Then yesterday was Alex's first winter guard competition. The show this year is about suicide awareness, and frankly, it's slow and rather dull. But the kids wanted to do it, and the coach wants kids who are excited about what they're doing, so everybody is going along with it. On the plus side, they didn't come in last which has happened a lot over the past few years. They managed 6th out of 10, which is pretty darn good for them. And Alex is just thrilled that he finally has a uniform that he doesn't have to worry about the pants falling down in the middle of a show (because the pants are a bib overall style).
We've had company this weekend, as well. A friend from the UK who works with Craig. It's always lovely to see him. I got out of the house this morning while he and Craig were doing some work stuff, but I did something to my hip while I was shopping and I've been in agony ever since. So I'm about to go sit in a steaming hot bath and try not to focus on the fact that I feel like I'm 100, hobbling from room to room and taking the stairs one at a time.
