Five down, eight to go!!!!

Music Fest is over for another year. This weekend always has a distinct deja vu feel about it... we were reminiscing (Robyn and I) about how, four years ago (the last time it was in Gundy) we were waiting for the call from Andrea and Will to say that Julia had arrived. Another mum and I met up at exactly the same corner four years ago as we did today, to go down to where the kids were marching from... we both said"Wow how strange..." I am beginning to love the sense of community we get from Instrumental Music and the way in which we meet up with people from all over who share a common bond. (Part of that bond is sometimes the drudgery of traipsing around after kids... but I had no sense of that this time.) Our kids are starting to feel that too, as they get to know musos from all over. I love being able to see all "my kids", from the schools where I visit as chappy, and to catch up with and chat to parents I don't often see. Loved it...

Have you ever seen a groovier bassoon player?

I want to express appreciation for our instrumental music teacher... a dedicated and hard working teacher who tries very hard to draw the best out of all of our kids with great results. The bands sounded excellent this year and they should all be proud. There are so many awesome stories of the great things that happen through the Instrumental Music program that I won't publish here... I can only say that for myself, I was able to learn a new instrument at the age of about 38, and can now play something that gives me great joy, is an avenue for worship and has helped me to help lots of kids.

Thank you Alex!

The cool clarinetist!
How's that freaky shadow??? Oh and that's Hannah on the flute!

Anyway, the weekend seems to have just started and is rapidly drawing to a close. Bruce is home a bit early, the sky is threatening big rain and it is the afternoon of St. Pat's fete... it always seems threatening for their fete... we know what that feels like!

Off to play my flute for worship practice!