On This Day

Tuesday, May 13, 2014
I was sending emails about missing Wednesday night choir rehearsal at church because I had a BPO concert that evening. Trumpet lessons were also being rescheduled, and we were watching the "likes" pour in on a facebook photo that we'd posted two days before--James holding a photo of an ultrasound on the couch of our Clover Park apartment. We were enjoying the (mostly) new car smell of the Toyota Yaris that we'd purchased the day before.

Monday, May 13, 2013
I was hiring my brothers to play at the LCS concert. Julie had just bought a bathing suit. James (about 18 months old) was in the habit of smashing his face up against the screen door of our Washington Street apartment. I was busy writing a 15 minute devotional on ecclesiology to present at LCS that Wednesday.

Sunday, May 13, 2012
It was Mother's Day, and James (about 6 months old) was bouncing most energetically in his bouncy chair. I wrote a position paper (never published) on the Amendment One controversy unfolding in North Carolina (to which we, being connected by Facebook, had intimate theater), I was researching Romans chapter VI as part of a commentary project, and J and I had the following to-do list:
1) Plan International Date Night
2) Write a James D Bear story
3) Drink the rest of a bottle of wine we'd opened the night before
4) Finishing organizing our books. (n.b.--this is still not done)
5) Read Dave Barry out loud together
6) Hang up a white board with a detailed budget in the kitchen (n.b.--this is still not done)
7) Email J.L. Smith about selling her old Powell flute
8) Email a fundamentalist church about recruiting students
9) Go for a walk
10) Price umbrella strollers

Friday, May 13, 2011
J was just a few months pregnant with James, and we were pricing glider rockers at an estate sale. We were excited to visit them and break the news of her pregnancy. We were attempting to figure out whether we needed to watch baby Hayden for part of the weekend, and I had just been offered a long term sub position in choral music in Albion. (I truly do not remember whether I accepted it or not...I think I might not have.)

Thursday, May 13, 2010
I sent an email requesting information about a position with the Dallas Brass, which I ended up not auditioning for. J was preparing to graduate from UNCG and was borrowing her academic regalia from various professors who wouldn't be attending the ceremony. One of her supervising professors took her out for end-of-the-semester Thai food, and we were in the middle of a debate about how high the fan ought to be turned up at night. I expressed my distaste for going running in the North Carolina heat.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I was attempting to get ahold of a pdf 4th trumpet part for the Planets, which I would be performing with RPO the following week. I had just made the finals in the Charlotte Symphony principal trumpet audition and was disappointed that I hadn't won the job but expressed my confidence that this was surely a sign that I would win another position very soon. I attempted to help J compile an attendance spreadsheet for the class she was T.A.-ing instead of working on my actual job.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I played Let the Bright Seraphim on J. Keim's senior recital and then went to a Westside Brass Quintet rehearsal immediately afterwards, partially in preparation for a trombone recital later in the week. I owed an apologetic email to a fellow teacher at Notre Dame High Dame high school because I'd allowed two of my students to go up to her library without passes instead of sorting music. (Their concert was over and I was running out of ideas to keep them busy)