I am writing this before 6 a.m. Monday morning, which I suppose makes me look like the sort of productive person I might profile, but trust me, I am not up this early on purpose. Oh well, hello Monday.
This weekend’s highlight: seeing Hamilton. I’d registered for the lottery to buy tickets for the Philadelphia show. I wasn’t chosen, but then they released some extra seats, and I happened to be in my inbox when I got that note. I jumped on and purchased four. My 12-year-old had heard that it was awesome from a ton of kids in drama camp last summer — so he really wanted to go. I figured the 9- (almost 10!) year old could go as well.
It was a fun show — very inventive and upbeat — and I appreciated the focus on the music rather than flashy sets or effects. Certainly in this age of the jukebox musical or movie adaption I can see why people found it electrifyingly original when it first came out. Hamilton had quite the life story. I don’t think any of us found the show life-changing (then again I didn’t share people’s Rent obsession back in the day either…) so I’m glad I didn’t do anything like camp out for tickets, but I’m happy we saw it, and I think it was good to bring the (older) kids too. I have been humming various lines since Saturday. Now I should probably go read Chernow’s biography! (My husband is wading his way through the Washington one…which was not turned into a musical…)
What I’m actually reading this weekend: a college friend’s new book called End Times, about existential risks to the world. Volcanoes, asteroids, bioterrorism…
In happier news: We went swimming twice this weekend — fun to get a few more days’ use out of the pool! — and grilled on Sunday night. Getting the deck and our outdoor (built-in) table repaired after the wood had rotted out was expensive and time-consuming this summer, but now we can eat out there again. I hope to do this a few more times before it freezes.
All four kids spent a reasonable amount of time playing together this weekend. They’ve been filming a horror movie (mostly on our phones). I’m not sure where they got this idea, but there have been masks, giggling in dark closets, and screams that alarmed me at first, but I now know are part of the show.
The weekend low: spending much of Friday, and all Saturday morning, doing my taxes. If I wasn’t writing this at 5:30 a.m. on Monday I might sketch out some neat narrative link between Hamilton’s federal financial system and my Schedule C but…no. Going through my expenses always puts me in a foul mood. I know it takes money to run a business (and 2018 was a good year for the business) but still. The upside is that I identified a few money leaks on my credit card statements that I’ve now plugged. While I was in a frugal mood, I also had my fourth grader fill out the form online to get us a free national parks pass for the family for the year. It’s quick and easy and if you are in the US and have a fourth grader (or homeschool equivalent) you should definitely do it too.
Now I’m just waiting for the sun to come up so I can get a run in (day #996) before my husband needs to leave….