So, gymnastics Friday. Didn’t see much of the Track Mommies, which is always nice. Gigi’s mom and I WERE treated to a little chamber music, however.
First a little background. There’s the main floor and the observation deck. Most parents choose to sit on the main floor. Gigi’s mom and I, along with a few other moms, always sit up on the observation deck. There’s one groovy hippie guy who’s up there each time as well, always in the background with his older daughter. They rarely interact with other parents, choosing instead to keep to themselves, sitting on the floor playing backgammon, messing with tools spread out on newspaper, or doing some random odd thing.
Friday he was … PLAYING THE CELLO.
In a small space. More importantly, in a small PUBLIC space. Apparently completely oblivious of his surroundings.
It’s not like it would make a difference if he were playing WELL. The point is, who does this??
The instrument was smaller, so I’m guessing it was his daughter’s. Maybe he was giving her lessons? Which is weird ’cause he sounded like an eight-year-old himself.
I was SO bummed I didn’t bring my camera. It was such a bizarre scene, I totally would have taken a photo. I’ll do my best to reinact …
So, he was all
And his daughter was all
And we were all
And then Bobo showed up. My dad knows no difference between “indoor voice” and “outdoor voice.” He sat down, looked at Groovy Hippie Guy behind us and
he was all
Can’t take him anywhere. No, seriously.
I have to remember to bring my camera each week to record GHG’s activities. I just don’t know how to get away with it.
I’m on a mission.