We had a short week at work, since we got back on Tuesday evening from Arizona, and both Amy and I took Wednesday off from work to just unpack and get some errands done at home.
We actually got back on Tuesday night and Amy had come down with a cold, so my parents took Raylan overnight on Tuesday so Amy could get some rest without a very loud toddler running around and demanding his mother every 10 seconds. We both got caught up on some sleep. Thanks, Mom and Dad.
On Thursday Raylan started at his new preschool, The University of Texas Child Development Center. It's located right next door to Amy's office, and she can see Raylan when he's on the playground if she looks out the window.
Also, probably more importantly, it seems like a really good school, with teachers and staff who seem pretty invested in providing an enriching experience for little preschool brains.
Anyway, so far, so good.
|Here's a picture that Amy took out the window of her office of Raylan |
running around on the playground at his new school
On Saturday my parents met us for breakfast at La Posada and then we all went to Bubblepalooza at the Long Center.
Bubblepalooza was fun. The bubble artistry was a little lacking, but there were a lot of activities and the weather wasn't nearly as hot as last year, so we'll go ahead and call it a win.
|This little girl was Amy's "mini me". Seriously, this is the|
outfit Amy's in after work on many evenings.
Saturday night, after Raylan was in bed, we watched Florence Foster Jenkins. It's a film ("true story") about a woman in 1940's Manhattan who was a wealthy patron of the arts, philanthropist, and aspiring singer. The problem is, she wasn't a very good singer. In fact, she was famously bad.
Nonetheless, she developed a sort of cult following of people who attended and apparently, on some level, enjoyed her performances. She played increasingly larger venues, recorded records, and eventually played Carnegie Hall.
The film portrays Ms. Jenkins as oblivious to her own lack of talent, shielded from criticism by both her husband (who bribed critics, carefully selected friendly audiences, and even hid newspaper reviews of her shows) and the artistic community which she had so generously supported. Additionally, the film depicts her as a good person with a tragic life story, a woman truly dedicated to the support of the arts while struggling with her own degenerating health (i.e., a case of syphilis, brought on by unknowing exposure to the disease through her first husband).
At any rate, I enjoyed the movie. We've all experienced situations where friends and/or colleagues have been encouraged to engage in performances or activities at a level that probably exceeded their skill set. Normally this sort of phenomenon reaches a natural tipping point when audiences are no longer willing to expend time and energy to consume a mediocre product, and the artist or performer is forced to reconcile their aspirations against the actual level of their talent. Florence Foster Jenkins portrays a more unique situation in which external factors (i.e., primarily the social status and philanthropy of the performer) contribute to a level of tolerance on the part of the audience that would have never been achieved on the strength of artistic merit alone.
Or at least that's the way the movie portrays it. The real Florence Foster Jenkins may have been a more complicated figure, with her audiences actually drawn to her performances because she was so bad. Historians of the real Ms. Jenkins seem more willing to accommodate the notion that she actually knew that he singing was terrible, but she indulged her desire to perform, anyway, despite never really publicly acknowledging that the popularity of her shows existed, at least to some degree, in the comedic value that they held for her audience.
Anyway, it was an interesting movie. Glad I watched it.
On Sunday I did some chores. We took Raylan to the park. I took Raylan to get a haircut. Mandy stopped by with her dog, Darla, and we hung out in our yard for a bit. Raylan loves Darla (and Mandy, although Mandy is somewhat eclipsed by Dalra's celebrity status).
In the afternoon, Amy took Raylan to a playdate over at Truett, Mary, Chad's house, and I went to band practice with Reed and Frank. We had a good time making noise.
And that was it! That was the weekend!
Hope you guys had a good one.