No trombones, please

This afternoon I went downtown to get dinner with J. before his Friday evening Magic-playing and my planned visit to the annual Jazz Cabaret at the high school. Some random guy was playing the trombone across the street as we walked past, and it was just too much for me. I hadn't realized that I was so sensitive to noise today, but the usual tavern was too loud for me too, and we bundled up and sat at an outside table (nice to be able to do that in March, by the way - I guess it was 50ish). We wondered how I was going to stand the sound at the Jazz Cabaret. I went anyway, and amusingly, it turned out that out of all the instruments, even the trumpets, the only one that ended up bothering me was the trombones.

I sat with C, whose two older sons are both singing in the Dorians, our school's most elite choir group. S. has been accepted to four schools, even Reed, but is waiting on scholarship information before making his decision. I hope Lewis & Clark will be generous - it's where I best picture him, and I think it's his favorite of the four.