Went out tonight, despite initial reluctance, to hear the symphony play in the park. The reluctance had nothing to do with the symphony, in which my sister plays, or the park, or the weather, or the company, but just with the general sense of malaise that has descended upon my household in the past few days. MC can't seem to sleep, all I want to do is sleep, Small One has a lingering cough, and the Man has lost his voice. Even the dog seems sluggish, and the cat is a little bitey.
In the end, though, we were glad we went. The weather was beautiful, warm but breezy. The concert was lovely. The company was delightful. All in all, a good night. For me, and probably for the Man, in the midst of such a busy season in our lives, there was something really great about permission to sit perfectly still for an hour, accomplishing nothing.
For Small, the rewards may have been even greater. She got to snuggle her grandmother, play with the cousins, and love on her aunt. She also got to listen to music, dance on a stage, hold a cicada, and run in circles wearing a fluffy skirt. What more could a 5 year old ask of a summer evening?
In the car on the way home, she was eating chicken, and explaining to us her thoughts on the Chick Fil A cow. "I got a book from Chick Fil A once," she said, "that ended with the words 'Isn't that what friends are for? Eat more chicken!' That's all that cow ever says, 'Eat more chicken!' but if he were smart, he'd just stay home, because when he's running around putting up the signs, that's when people see him, and that's when they might eat him."
She was quiet for half a second, then sighed, "Not a very clever cow."