Lewis and Clark

It's still raining. It has been a steady rain for the past 36 hours and I am already tired of the gloom. The leaves outside are beautiful but the wind and rain are ripping them off the trees before we get a chance to enjoy them. The view of the trees out my office window is unbelievable. It looks like a Bob Ross painting. Bright oranges, reds, and yellows, with the occasional green pine tree mixed in. Now if we could only get some sun. I am still holding out a little bit of hope for an Indian Summer but it is looking less and less likely as the days go by with continued nastiness.

Every year, the high school puts on a concert in the auditorium called Sounds of the Stadium. It is my least favorite concert to go to because it is so loud. The students all put on their band uniforms and perform their marching program in a concert setting. Marching band music is not meant to be played indoors. Every year, they do have a piece they play just for that concert called the stripper. It sounds like something out the Full Monty. They get about 10 boys - usually upperclassmen - to perform a little strip tease. It's all a huge joke with the crowd going wild as the boys remove their uniforms piece by piece down to their tee-shirts and shorts (not undershorts) underneath. Caleb was one of the strippers again this year and did such a convincing job that I got an email from a former co-worker telling me that he has a future as a chippendale dancer. That prospect doesn't excite me but at least she enjoyed the dance.

Our lives pretty much revolve around concerts and youth activities. As Mom and Dad can attest to, it gets a little exhausting. Last night we actually had a break. It is amazing how nice it is to come home from work and realize that you don't have anywhere to go or anything in particular to do.