This September has been so hectic and disorganized – the only lists I have are in my head, which is so crammed with information, I’m bound to get something wrong. I’m not superstitious or anything, but this tour is #13…
With Jenna heading back to Northwestern, the first two weeks of September were spent getting her ready to go. After a year out of the country, this meant taking inventory of items stored here and in Evanston, pulling winter clothing out of storage, rounding up books and paperwork she didn’t need in Ireland, filling prescriptions, renewing her driving permit.
Additionally, Jenna is applying for a Mitchell Foundation Fellowship for graduate study in Ireland next year. She had to complete Northwestern’s application for endorsement by the 8th, so she was scrambling to get all the letters of recommendation from teachers in Ireland and Evanston. Her first day back in Evanston she was called in to interview with the nominating committee – her interview was so well received, they asked her to apply for a Fulbright as well. Northwestern had 24 Fulbright scholars last year; the amount of support they offer to their students in assisting them in the application process is mind-boggling.
Jamey started school the last week of August and dove right into Driver’s Education as well. I already mentioned the copious amounts of time spent driving to and fro; we finished classes last Friday, but the driving sessions will continue until he has his license in his hot little hands.
Let me just interject with my dissatisfaction with the Maryland Graduated Licensing System – the test for the license is not a driving exam. The student has three minutes to parallel park within very precise marked boundaries (shoulda bought a Smart Car), two minutes for a three point turn, then performs a backing maneuver for 60 feet, makes a right turn, and then comes to a complete stop. They never leave the parking lot of the MVA. There is no driving on the test. No wonder there are so many poor drivers in Maryland. And, honestly, I’ve seen a lot of bad parallel parking. It does, however, explain why everyone shoots into their parking space with little regard for the cars around them – they think they only have three minutes.
But I digress – all these events are happening while I’m in the midst of Tour rehearsals, PTAD rehearsals, and Tour prep. Every morning is tightly scheduled to fit in showers, packing lunches, taking care of the dog, breakfast, and supervised driving on the way to school (which starts at 0717 except on Thursdays when he has to be there at 0600 for AP Physics) before hitting the road to the Annex.
It is almost over, but it has been a very long week. I survived Wednesday, though, so I expect to live through the rest just fine.
We managed to get Jamey to school on time, but traffic was awful – accidents abound, something for everyone. I opted for Martin Luther King and managed to arrive only 20 minutes later than planned. Grabbing a practice room, I had an abbreviated warm-up before hauling my stuff into the Band Hall before heading to the Tour Librarian Brief.
My mind went blank momentarily, trying to process what I was seeing. Tour Trunks. Strangely, there was no sinking feeling in my stomach, and my heart didn’t lurch – my feeling was more one of frustration. Didn’t the Pre- and Post- Tour schedule say they would be available Thursday? Once again, everyone is more on the ball than I.
With the trunks staring us down, we went about the business of rehearsal. Just before the end, while Sara was singing,
For such a short Tour, the Brief seemed to be longer than usual. Maybe it was because I was tired, maybe it was because I was anxious to know the results of Jamey’s driving test, maybe it was because I had a multitude of errands to run before I could sit back and relax. The nights seem shorter, and the days don’t have enough hours in them. The weekend is fast approaching, and while welcome, it is my last weekend at home. The time is slipping away quickly, and I can’t seem to hang on to it. I don’t feel particularly anxious, I just feel behind.