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The Pay Isn’t Good But the Experience Is Great

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The Pay Isn’t Good But the Experience Is Great

My phone dinged with a text from Andrew at 6:44 am. He was letting me know he was at the airport, courtesy of a ride from his sister, and would text again when he landed.

When he applied for a spot at Chosen Vale International Percussion Seminar, way back in January, I didn’t give it a second thought. But, apparently, it’s a big deal. At least he thinks so. All I know is it cost a $$gazillion dollars and has stressed him out this summer preparing music for it. I think that is a musician’s trait to stress out so much.

The seminar is being held in New Hampshire at this place. He has been there for a week now and it’s a two-week ordeal. The first few days he said he has never been so hot. There is no air conditioning in the buildings they are in because they are kept as authentic as possible. They had to sleep with the windows open and a fan going all night which didn’t help much at all. I expected him to have cooler weather than we have here in Florida or he has in Tennessee, but evidently, they are experimenting a heat wave. This week it has finally cooled off again and he said it’s actually chilly.

When he told me he had to be up early one morning because he had breakfast duty to wash dishes, I questioned why, after paying that amount of money to attend, he had to do dishes. They have to each pitch in a couple of times and he drew breakfast both times. He said, “on the bright side, not as many people get up for breakfast so there will be less dishes to wash.” Smart boy!

This afternoon he said he has eaten more chickpeas this week than he can handle. I don’t think I’ve ever had chickpeas except maybe in soup. I guess I won’t be cooking chickpeas when he stops here next week on his way to work a band camp in central Florida!

I’m glad he has the opportunity in his higher education to experience different cultures, meet new people in his field of interest, and work side by side with great musicians. And let’s not forget, he’s even learned to do dishes!

He should graduate in the spring of 2019 with his masters in music performance and intends to continue his education farther. I’ve decided he’s going to be a professional student, but the pay isn’t very good!

~Elle

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Our Choices Make Us Who We Are

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Our Choices Make Us Who We Are

My mother was one strong woman. She decided young in life she wanted to be a nurse and at the age of sixteen she chose to attend nursing school in New Orleans Louisiana at Mercy Hospital.

I still hear her voice sometimes telling me to be consistent. I find myself telling my children the very same thing. I wonder if they are listening.

I can still see her sitting at the counter in her kitchen working the crossword puzzle late at night. Words With Friends would have been her favorite past time if it had been around and even though I win the majority of my games now – that would not have been the case playing against her.

I find myself singing her praises anytime someone mentions home health. (That happens more often as I get older.) She was a dedicated nurse for many years when we were young, working night duty – eleven pm to seven am so Daddy could be home with us at night. She arrived home just in time to get us all off to school and then slept until we returned in the afternoon. Later, when we were older, she was a home health director for over 40 years. I went on many a call with her in the middle of the night out on deserted roads I didn’t even know existed in our small community. Fear did not enter into her mental knowledge.

With three girls having their drivers license in high school, we fought over whose turn it was to have her car, but we always had to check in often in case she had an emergency. (There were no cell phones.) We were the only kids who drove around with catheters in the back seat.

She chose to follow my father, with four young children, into the unknown, when he decided to homestead in the Alaska wilderness in the late 1950’s. We’ve always said he was the adventurer, but she probably gave him a run for his money.

You can read about that adventure – some in her own words in Coffee-Drunk Or Blind. http://amzn.to/2h2rnKs

Happy Mother’s Day to all the adventures out there!

~Elle

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