We went to see one of our favorite bands, Gaelic Storm. Lovely, happy, fast Irish speed music. I prefer a punkier edge to my Irish, which is why the grownups are heading right back out on Monday for Flogging Molly. But for my thirteen year old daughter's first time out, they were just right. The Fillmore is a lovely venue, although she admitted that a lot of the music history was lost on her, and the crowd was just about perfect.
I tried not to do a lot of thinking about the symbolism of the outing, and it really felt more like just another lovely activity that she can now participate in, like playing cribbage. Maybe because she was there with her parents, and we were glad for her company. She was so lovely there, leaning on the stage. Sometimes I think the pressures of growing up make her feel as though the upsides are thin on the ground. But this helped her see some of the privileges of aging, also. I'm sure I'll be less sanguine should she develop a hard-core taste in clubbing, but who knows? I didn't, her namesake aunt did, and we are all still around.
It was a long night, though.
I think the fact that she slept in her concert shirt is a good sign. As is this smile.
Meanwhile, to distract you from the utter lack of knitting content, pictures! The garden is actually growing. I look out at what looked like bare dirt not long ago and notice that the green haze is now obviously plants.
"Freckles" romaine. I love colored, ruffly, spotted lettuces and have seeds for about 15 varieties. My salads, while utter overkill, are pretty. Thinking about the painstaking transplanting I've been doing, I think about what kind of confidence and belief it would take to drive a tractor and plant seeds by the fieldful and just believe they'll make it.
Equally difficult to believe that teensy little ruffled leaves of kale will grow enough to feed us soon. But they will.
Here's last spring's kale still coming on strong. I think it's going to seed soon, so I'll try to eat a bit more this week.
Here's last spring's kale still coming on strong. I think it's going to seed soon, so I'll try to eat a bit more this week.
5 comments:
Sounds like tons of fun for all! She does look happy.
But oh, DEAR, now I know that Flogging Molly is playing Monday night. Errrrg. Why Monday?
But I may have to look into that for our fiddler, who does love them.
Awww, a rite of passage :) Sounds like a fantastic time.
Distract us from lack of knitting with garden pics whenever you like! I don't even like kale, and your picture has my mouth watering.
Love the Fillmore! I'm a Norcal girl, too, and it's so worth it whenever I can manage to get my booty in to catch a well-loved band there.
I've got a thirteen-year-old in my house as well, and we too are hitting some major milestones this year. I'll always remember taking her to her first concert - she was so wide-eyed and excited. We jumped and squealed and sang out loud together - what fantastic memories.
Lovely garden - I'm inspired. I was introduced to your blog by Allison, and now I'm hooked. :)
If some lovely Irish speed music doesn't get her addicted to clubbing, nothing will. Sounds like lots of fun and I love that you all went together.
The garden is beautiful. I've got no knitting either. Well, I've been doing it, but it doesn't seem to be getting finished.
We love Flogging Molly! On those long days when the newborn screams ane screams, we would turn the cd track to "It's been the worst day since yesterday" and feel a sick sense of comfort (smile).
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