A Lazy Day

Frank is home today, so not much is going on. We woke up pretty late in the morning, and just hung out. We’ll probably go to Robert’s place later, even though Frank was at his place just last night. We need to do some groceries too; just stuff like milk, eggs and butter. I try to make the food stretch out as much as possible, like eating only one meal when Frank is at work. He doesn’t eat much either, so it works out. No one around here eats much, except for Grandpa who eats at every meal.

Orchestra practice went well yesterday, and we’ve been asked to play a couple more concerts in December. We really need a bass player for our orchestra, and I met this kid at the college last week I might ask to come and play for us. He’s been playing for only two months, but his major is guitar so he already knows music. After Joe, our last bass player left, we’ve really needed another one.

This Saturday we are going to practice for Handel’s Messiah in December, and it’s going to be exciting. I’ve always wanted to play Handel’s Messiah, and it was a dream of mine to play it someday. I remember back some years ago hearing the Philharmonic Orchestra of Ocala play it at Christmas, and from then on I’ve wanted to do it myself. This year I’m getting the chance, and that’s great.

Tomorrow I practice with the college kids down at CFCC. The teacher is in Italy, so we’ll have to practice on our own. Frank takes me, and that’s always very nice. Last week we ate at Checkers, and that was fun. Since he was a restaurant manager for so many years, he rates the food down to the soda nozzles. It startled me the first time we went to Checkers that he was rating the meat, the condiments, the fries, and the bread. I was stunned speechless, and then I remembered he was a restaurant manager. Which is kinda scary, because when I cook, he knows exactly how I did it, and guesses the ingredients right down to the spices. But it’s all good because he never complains about the food. Just constructive criticism every now and then.