Singing

After school today Kaylee had the singing and dancing initial audition.  She said that the dancing went well, that Mrs. E complimented her group of girls for "excellent footwork".  She put lots of facial expressions into it and went for it.

After school, Kaylee practiced her song a couple of times, and then took a nap and didn't sing again, to save her voice.  At the auditions, she was one of only three girls who picked this particular song to sing, which is probably a good thing.  You stand out more.  When it came time to sing, she was nervous because normally she would practice non-stop, and this time she couldn't.  The opening notes played, and then you belt out the first line, and she says she hit it, and heard it, and knew she'd hit it, and she just ran with it from there, and felt really good about the song.  :)  She says she hit one note a little sharp, but other than that she felt it was a strong performance.  She's picky on herself, so if she felt good about it, I felt good about it.  :)

Monday is the acting auditions, and she says she is *ready* for that.   I know she is, I've heard her in there practicing, and she has entire sections memorized.  She's working hard for it!

I'm sitting here watching a bit of a show called "My 600 lb life".   I have next to me a cup of hot tea, and one chocolate cluster that I saved up for a treat.  I've been getting my walking in, I've been watching food again, and seeing this poor woman bedridden, over 700 lbs now, using the restroom on a pet pee pad on her bed because she can't get up, is making it hard for me to eat that chocolate right now.  I'm managing it during commercials, mind you, but let's just say it reinforces that 1) it's never too late to start doing better again, 2) it could be much worse, and 3)

I didn't intend on that being so giant, and I can't figure out how to make it small, and yet it kind of works, too.  I don't even know what to say, other than after hearing her story, I feel pretty blessed again, in all of life, not just my health, which is quite good, but in my family, in my home, in my friends...in everything.  Trust me, we are definitely blessed.

It was a beautiful sunset tonight.  Fire reds across the sky.  I flew just before the reds hit, and was disappointed I wasn't up for the grand finale of the day, didn't get a photo of this one.  It was amazing.  This one will just have to live in my memory.

Me and a fella in the 172RG this afternoon.  Speaking of size, I just realized, you can see me sitting up against the door as much as I can, because he's over in my seat too.  Look at the seat backs.  Any time we fly together, he is pressed up against me the whole time.  Every time he moves his arm, he's rubbing it against my side and my arm. You can see his arm on my arm and my shoulder hunched up.  I have a very hard time with that kind of contact, let alone constant contact, and I'm realizing one of the reasons I tend to get kind of grumpy during these lessons.  I feel trapped and smothered.  It'll get better when he gets good enough I can scoot my seat farther back and don't have to be right on the rudders.  I'll work on losing a few inches again myself and get a little more room in my own seat.  :)