My Tern HSD only stayed at the bike shop for less than a week. They had originally quoted it would be between three days and two weeks. For a free tuneup covered by a warranty because I bought it from a local bike shop, I really have nothing to complain about. Unfortunately, it has been way too hot to bike Ro anywhere. We’ll be hanging out together on Wednesday while everyone else is at B’s great-aunt (or Grandpa Ron’s sister’s) funeral. The weather will be a balmy 97 degrees, and so maybe we’ll make it out to a park or something at 6-7am.
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| When you’re too impatient to wait for a car ride to pick up your favorite bike and you end up towing the backup you used to get to the store. |
I hauled him over to the auditions, which were only a few miles away from the house. One of the other volunteer parents organizing the kids in chairs for the audition noticed how lost we were and asked, “Is he here for the audition?” When I affirmed, she exclaimed, “Yay, we have a boy! You’re going to have so much fun!” and pointed us to the registration table. Ro refused at first to let me pin his number (81) to his shirt because he didn’t want me to poke new holes through his shirt. Luckily, he was wearing his Sounders soccer jersey that had holes for better air flow through the shirt along the neckline. When I pointed that out, he relented. (“Alright, fine.”) I finally got him settled down in his chair, but he was unsettled to be there. I did my best to make him feel comfortable and even had a chance to chat with other moms there about how the auditions worked since everyone else seemed veteran.
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| Ro: “I think I have the wrong shoes for this.” So much for trying to tell him ballet wasn’t just for girls. 🤦♀️ |
Eventually, it was Ro’s turn to audition with his group. He happened to see a single boy in the previous group, and it looked like he felt better about auditioning. They didn’t let the parents go in with the kids, and so I have no clue how it went. The kids left the audition room carrying sheets of papers. I asked Ro what it was, and Ro replied, “I don’t know. I can’t read.” We found it was the kids’ casted roles and list of rehearsal dates. Ro said they separated out the 7-year-olds from everyone else, and then asked his smaller group to scurry across the dance floor on their tip toes. I told him that he must have done it really well to be casted as a Little Mouse. The same nice parent that greeted us cheerfully congratulated Ro, told him it was the best role in the show, and did an elbow bump. Stoic Ro had to clamp his lips together pretty tight to keep from smiling at that.
Since then, we bought Ro some ballet shoes, clothes for the rehearsals. The ballet store owner was a little gruff, but knew what he was doing. He was also able to tell Ro that Ro would have a lot of fun, he himself had performed in the Nutcracker for many years, and ballet was definitely not just for girls. Ro remained unconvinced, but I’m still trying.
After our shopping, Ro and I made it to shop for some Fathers Day presents for B. We’re the worst at keeping secrets. I had to shush Ro no less than 15 times just walking up the stairs while B watched TV downstairs. B gave us the half hour we needed to hide his presents. Even still, I almost gave away to B the store we went to for his present. At least we made it to this morning. So far, I’ve made coffees and breakfasts for us for a quiet morning. I still have to make Ro’s breakfast since he just woke up. They are currently playing Candyland while watching a cyclocross race. Yesterday, we had lunch with B’s grandpa and Grandma Wanda, and so I think today will be a kick back day since it’s so hot.
Happy Fathers Day! I love you and miss you.
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