Listening to Jan Garbarek. Had on the The Art of Sound before, listening to a bit of a Mel Torme tribute, but they've left. Have been in a Keith Jarrett mood for a few days.
Friday we took the kids to the Dallas Children's Theater performance of Coyote Tales. The plot seemed a bit uneven for my tastes, but the kids enjoyed it and were thrilled when they got to meet the actors and get autographs. We had a great time.
Saturday was for getting some work done around the house. Mowed the backyard and when I got in the car to get more gas for the mower, found that the battery was dead. We had brought home several of Christina's paintings the night before and apparently had not closed the back hatch very well, leaving a light on to drain what little juice the poor van had left.
Also watched the fourth quarter of Notre Dame's wonderful win over Michigan. That was wonderful. Almost made me feel guilty for taking a nap. Almost.
Sunday, Tonya's parents came over and gave us a jump start, and we made it to church for the first time in a few weeks. This was nice. Mother Virginia preached a fine sermon on Christ's parables of the lost sheep and lost coin. We began an interesting series in Sunday School about the historical background of the Episcopal Church. Though I know some of this, I was thrilled to learn more.
Later, Bryan came over and helped me watch the Cowboys lose. Then we went in the backyard and played soccer with the kids. Angela came over and had dinner with us, so the weekend ended quite nicely.
That looks like about it. Didn't have much to grade, so I did some planning. Did some reading, and no writing except a haiku on Saturday when I was upset about the car.
Here's hoping the week is productive.
Peace to all who read here.