Thursday, May 3, 2012

Seventy-six Trombones minus a few...


Yesterday I sat down to do my homework and heard drums. We live in a noisy house so there is always noise from somewhere- TV, computer, XBOX, boys, etc but this was real drums and then other instruments. It dawned on me that it wasn't raining and it was 6th period at the high school so it was time for band and they must be outside practicing (it did take me a few seconds to work this all out). I grabbed my camera and Arin and we took off- he got the camera out and ready while I drove the 500' to the main road of town. We were just in time to catch the band marching down the street.

Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo-Sos,

I'm pretty impressed with Mr. Brumbaugh- he's marching backwards while playing the sax!

I started thinking about how this is one of the reasons we have chosen to live in a tiny town- I never would have had the chance to be "paparazzi" along the band's route. Even as former/ current homeschoolers I know half the kids (that's Rush up there with the cymbals and silly glasses), 2 of the boys are my former Cub Scouts, a couple more were Cub Scouts ahead or behind Rush, others are generational Adna so my brother or I went to school with their parents or aunts or uncles.

At the school road one of the seniors ran out and took over the directing. Arin and I had circled around to get back in front of them so I could get them marching down the road at the head of the parade (all the parents coming to pick up their kids after school).

They are preparing to go to Oregon tomorrow to march in a parade on Saturday. We had reservations to go to the beach with them for about 3 weeks until I got Jonah's tournament schedule and I knew we couldn't be gone this weekend (plus Ryan isn't on his new schedule at work).

The Rock is back to blue after spending a week painted orange by a rival school.

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