This was a whirlwind of a week. Thursday night two of our friends married one another, with jebra officiating. The ceremony took place at the couple's home with friends and family attending. After work on Friday we motored to Farmington as quickly as possible so that jebra could sit in as one of the guest percussionists with the Orchard Lake Philharmonic at their First Presbyterian Church of Farmington Overtures to Spring concert. It featured Carwithen's Suffolk Suite, Saint-Saens' Bacchanale from Samson and Delila, Brahms' Adante from Symphony No. 3, and Kalinikov's Finale from Symphony No. 1.
On Saturday we had to get up at the usual time for a work day and get ourselves over to Okemos High School for the Red Cedar Festival of Community Bands. The Farmington Community Band was there to perform for the Performance Clinicians and receive feedback on their performance of Tschaikowsky's Pathetic Symphony, movement II March, john Mackey's Sheltering Sky, and Norman Dello Joio's Varients on a Medieval Tune. jebra came away annoyed because, as he said to me, they've performed some of these pieces better in rehearsal than they did at the concert. The other groups that performed were all very good and left me quite impressed with their skills.
On Sunday our schedule allowed us to sleep in a little, and then jebra went grocery shopping while I started working on the laundry and riding my exercise bike because there simply wasn't enough time to do so on Friday or Saturday. I managed to complete two loads of laundry and set up another to run while we were at the third concert of the weekend, a repeat performance of Overtures to Spring, this time at Fox Run.
Monday was back to work followed by more laundry for me and band rehearsal for jebra. Last night after work we went to Trader Joe's for more groceries. While there my eyes fell upon their Blarney Scone, which was giant loaf of Irish Soda Bread with Raisins. At the time it sounded like it would be delicious, particularly if we heated it up a bit and then slathered it with good Irish butter. In reality this turned out to be a really bad idea the bread itself was really crumbly and made a mess of our counter and I ate three-quarters of the loaf (with jebra finishing off the remainder). I didn't feel so good after consuming that much bread and I figured my blood sugar level would be accordingly awful. Instead, I not only slept all the way through the night (which is highly unusual for me) but my blood came in at 110 this morning. Truly my body makes no sense.
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