high school band

[fflo]

I am a little dumbfounded, looking at footage of my high school band that our drum major just posted to youtube. I knew we were in a national competition and did well, but I'm surprised at how good we seem.

I remember much of the music, and the uniforms, but I'm very fuzzy on a lot of the rest of it. Couldn't have told you I played the chimes as well as the xylophone, yet there I am. That's me in the still for part 2. And did I run over to the tympani for a spell? Looks like it.

This is a very strange experience, watching these.

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earlier that season, in Virginia. same show, minus a few subsequent tweaks.

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this is the regional we won that took us to nat'ls.

there's even more of me in these.







after i did the orginal post here, i caught a glimpse of my dead dad in the video at the end of the finals at whitewater. pretty sure it was him. chatting crippen knew which guy i was talking about & had been wondering who that guy was. i didn't remember my folks had made the trip, but it makes sense. after Mom died i found lots of band booster shit at her place. plaques, certificates, Thank You Parent stuff. i had a cynical response to it then. i don't know what i think now.

in harrisonburg i had twisted my ankle before the show. i'd forgotten that too, 'til seeing these latest movies.

it's a little like being sat down for This Is Your Life. except not quite like, thank jebus, when they did that to Frances Farmer, and she looked to be so barely holding back the agony, struggling to keep it together. that bit of TV, rerun on the Christian channel in Salisbury, not long after this high school stuff, is right up there for most maddening bit of TV you ever did see. or i ever did. after that i couldn't bring myself to take in Frances the movie.

here i am writing days after the post in the comments. it's especially much like my private diary.

hello, no one. it's me, lisa.

hey look, there's a character limit in comments i'd be over, if i don't split the comment, like this.

late night goin'-on comment, Part II

[fflo.livejournal.com]

i took today off work to have a lazy day. it was rainy. not too hot. i dealt with some money things and some laundry and a little of the kitchen, but didn't really finish anything. i'm gonna put on clean sheets as soon as the mattress pad comes out of the dryer. i want this to be the year i finally get a new mattress. my debt's gone up in '09, though, a good bit, and i'm also aiming to take a couple of road trips. and maybe buy new glasses. why i started acting like i'm not in such financially unfortunate circumstances, i dunno. probably got carried away after having knocked the debt down un poquito last year.

a nighttime shower before hitting my clean sheets seems like a good idea.

tomorrow i'll be playing some bones, talking over what the deal is with my date. this is the week there was some glitchy action there. i narrowly avoided a possibly hasty response in the middle of it, too. radical acceptance: i nod to that. that day, yesterday, after i had my little grown-up "in the moment" morning moment, went really well. in the evening i had a surprise sign of possible healing, in the form of word of the desire for it, from an unexpected contact, and that felt good. and that was after recently having seemed to get past a bump, or a ditch/trough/rut, with my buddy who withdraws, in cycles, for stretches. my getting past it always gets a late start on hers, but that's not from my procrastination; it's from my not getting the scoop on the problem 'til she's a good bit down the road.

today, however, i've talked to no one, unless you count a little gchat w/bertoni, and am starting to feel the dreamy aloneness of these many hours in the house, in pj pants, and mostly quiet. ate too much of the mac & cheese i made from scratch on a whim and cooked a little too long. am seriously considering seeing if there's an alka seltzer in the house.

there used to be alka seltzer in the house. but tums was the thing holly ate so much of. she ate that stuff more often than at the drop of a hat. (hats don't drop as often as she ate it.) acid indigestion, they used to call it on the TV. speaking of the TV.

speaking of speaking of the TV, i cleared the DVR down to just over 70%.

tomorrow's tracy's birthday. i'm taking lattes in in the morning. which will be here pretty soon.

good night, my little lisa-ann-adanna.

2nd set

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Definitely a lot of you in the second set, but you can see your face much better in the first. Caught you limpingish walking off in the last one. Pretty cool!