Rainy...Weekend Getaways
I finally made my way back into the downtown yoga studio tonight after work.
After a summer filled with municipal band, outdoor summer concerts, and more municipal band, there wasn't much time in the evenings for anything other than pulling out my oboe for another march or show tune.
So there I was at yoga tonight, slightly rusty, doing my downward dogs and triangle poses. I was just glad I'd been practicing my positions at home a little. But as a result, my "poor oboe wrist" is tingling and aching, much as it does after an oboe practice session or rehearsal. According to my yoga teacher, I have the wrist of a much older lady from playing oboe, and it only seems to be getting worse. I've thought of wearing a wrist brace to bed, but don't know if that would help...
With my grandma still in town until last weekend, we were treated to a short weekend visit with the siblings home. My younger sister and brother, both now living outside of Iowa City, about 5 1/2 hours away, came back home. My sister brought her friend, which proved to be quite helpful after a flash flood rainstorm made for a flooded basement the next morning.
With my dad on the wet-vac, or, vacuum cleaner which deposits the liquid into a bucket, the three of us "kids," along with Amy's friend, were given a pile of pads used for drawing out the water from the soaked carpet. We had it down to a routine: Step in little circles on the pad like a dance until thoroughly soaked through, hand the wet pads to my brother (or in the other girls' case, throw him the wet rags, showering me with dirty wet droplets), who was on "squeezing out" duty. Repeat the process until too tired and hungry to go any further.
Unfortunately a wet basement is not a problem solved in a day, and since then my dad has been slaving away, vacuuming and now shampooing the carpet. We didn't have rain for most of the summer, so I suppose we can literally use the expression"when it rains, it pours", but at least the grass is finally green from a week of rain! Afterwards we relaxed at the ice cream parlor.
(From Left: Me, Amy's friend Chelsea, Amy, Mom, Grandma who is totally blocked, David, and Dad)
Now that Grandma is back in South Dakota and summer bands are over, I'm taking a much anticipated weekend trip to Chicago to visit my friend Ali. I scheduled this trip before starting my current job mid June, so I wasn't sure if I could take off time from work to make the trip a bit longer. As it turns out, I've already had to ask off a few hours here and there for some gigs, so it's probably better I won't need to take off time for this trip. It's a ten hour drive to Chicago from here, but with some summer sales, I got a good price on a flight to and from Omaha. So tomorrow I'll head to the airport after work for my evening flight, getting back Sunday afternoon.
I was in Chicago in March for an audition and stayed with another friend, but Ali invited me to her house this time. I'm looking forward to spending time with her again, as well as her husband and little girl. And I'm really looking forward to a few days of summer in a big city. Unfortunately it looks like it'll be a rainy weekend, but hopefully the forecast will change!
Grandma may have been missing from the above pic, but here's a shot of her, post-hairstyling from yours truly. I thought it was time for a little grandma pampering and she happily complied. Snappy lady, huh?
After a summer filled with municipal band, outdoor summer concerts, and more municipal band, there wasn't much time in the evenings for anything other than pulling out my oboe for another march or show tune.
So there I was at yoga tonight, slightly rusty, doing my downward dogs and triangle poses. I was just glad I'd been practicing my positions at home a little. But as a result, my "poor oboe wrist" is tingling and aching, much as it does after an oboe practice session or rehearsal. According to my yoga teacher, I have the wrist of a much older lady from playing oboe, and it only seems to be getting worse. I've thought of wearing a wrist brace to bed, but don't know if that would help...
With my grandma still in town until last weekend, we were treated to a short weekend visit with the siblings home. My younger sister and brother, both now living outside of Iowa City, about 5 1/2 hours away, came back home. My sister brought her friend, which proved to be quite helpful after a flash flood rainstorm made for a flooded basement the next morning.
With my dad on the wet-vac, or, vacuum cleaner which deposits the liquid into a bucket, the three of us "kids," along with Amy's friend, were given a pile of pads used for drawing out the water from the soaked carpet. We had it down to a routine: Step in little circles on the pad like a dance until thoroughly soaked through, hand the wet pads to my brother (or in the other girls' case, throw him the wet rags, showering me with dirty wet droplets), who was on "squeezing out" duty. Repeat the process until too tired and hungry to go any further.
Unfortunately a wet basement is not a problem solved in a day, and since then my dad has been slaving away, vacuuming and now shampooing the carpet. We didn't have rain for most of the summer, so I suppose we can literally use the expression"when it rains, it pours", but at least the grass is finally green from a week of rain! Afterwards we relaxed at the ice cream parlor.
(From Left: Me, Amy's friend Chelsea, Amy, Mom, Grandma who is totally blocked, David, and Dad)
Now that Grandma is back in South Dakota and summer bands are over, I'm taking a much anticipated weekend trip to Chicago to visit my friend Ali. I scheduled this trip before starting my current job mid June, so I wasn't sure if I could take off time from work to make the trip a bit longer. As it turns out, I've already had to ask off a few hours here and there for some gigs, so it's probably better I won't need to take off time for this trip. It's a ten hour drive to Chicago from here, but with some summer sales, I got a good price on a flight to and from Omaha. So tomorrow I'll head to the airport after work for my evening flight, getting back Sunday afternoon.
I was in Chicago in March for an audition and stayed with another friend, but Ali invited me to her house this time. I'm looking forward to spending time with her again, as well as her husband and little girl. And I'm really looking forward to a few days of summer in a big city. Unfortunately it looks like it'll be a rainy weekend, but hopefully the forecast will change!
Grandma may have been missing from the above pic, but here's a shot of her, post-hairstyling from yours truly. I thought it was time for a little grandma pampering and she happily complied. Snappy lady, huh?
posted by Heidi at 7:31 PM
1 Comments:
Poor grandma missing out on the family photo...
I made a comment on MySpace asking what you were doing this weekend before I read your blog. So thanks for the reminder that you're heading to Chicago. I think Randy and I will hit up the state fair and have a deep fat fried snickers! Yum :)
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