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Perfume Shelf, from Wikimedia Commons

Monday, Aug. 1: First day of band camp. Hot. The CEO left for his trip to Orlando for the National Cattlemen’s Beef Board, the second meeting of the year. (Florida in summer, Denver in winter… what are these guys thinking? Besides, “Hey, off-season rates!”?) SOTD: Uh, nothing. In a hurry to leave and late and busy, I forgot. Ever forget? Happened to me. SOBedtime: Shalimar Light.

Tuesday, Aug. 2: Temps in the high 80s, and humid. Gah. One case of skin rash on a student, soothed with hydrocortisone cream. Looks like she might have sat down in a place with itchy plant life, just after the grass was mowed. It took a few days to disappear, but she’s fine now. SOTD: Comptoir Sud Pacifique L’Eau du Gouverneur, nice nutmeggy thing borrowed from the absent CEO’s dresser. It cut through the sweat, sunscreen, and mildewed tent smells, and lasted many hours.

Spent the evening at a nearby high school football stadium, watching a Drum Corps International competition with my parents and the boys. Taz kept complaining that he was “going to be bored,” and then, despite his obvious enjoyment, telling me that he didn’t like it. I suspect he didn’t want to be proved wrong. The rest of us thought it was a great show, lots of fun to watch.

Wednesday, Aug. 3: Hotter today and humid. Bleargh. Busy band camp day. SOTD: Guerlain Idylle EdT. Pleasant in the heat, that nice high-pitched rose-lily of the valley-patchouli sharp and bright over unpleasant odors. CEO home tomorrow.

Thursday, Aug 4: Gosh, I’m tired… this getting up at 6:15 am is wearing on me. I’ll have to get used to it again, though, because Bookworm will be starting classes in A WEEK (yes, one week from now!!) at Governor’s School, the magnet school for science and technology. Regular county classes begin the 25th. SOTD: Balenciaga Paris – nice but barely perceptible.

Had one of the trumpet players come out at Gatorade time with incipient heat exhaustion. Turned out she hadn’t been eating or drinking properly at home, and the morning’s two water breaks weren’t enough to keep her hydrated. She’s fine now.

CEO home, and sick. Seems like every time he gets on a plane that happens.

Friday, Aug. 5: Hot again for the last day of band camp. The senior prank this year was to blow up balloons and stuff the top of the director’s platform, then wrap it all up with shrink wrap. It was wildly amusing to them, particularly when Mr. Butler (who forewarned him?) pulled a pair of scissors out of his shorts pocket with a flourish and shimmied up the ladder just as usual.

Had one of the bass drum players come out early in the morning practice with stomach pain; had to take him to the ER to rule out appendicitis. I knew this kid had a digestive-system issue because of his dietary restrictions, but I didn’t know how serious it was. Turned out he had a minor blockage and was fine after a few hours, in a situation strikingly reminiscent of when we thought Gaze had appendicitis a few years ago. This kid is a die-hard band geek, and when he broke his toe last year, it took him three days to tell somebody because he didn’t want to miss a competition, so you know if he was sitting out a drilldown, he was really in pain. He’s fine now.

SOTD: Tom Ford Black Orchid Voile de Fleur. I love it, but now I might love it more for having received two compliments today. The cafeteria lady helping us serve lunch exclaimed, “I like your perfume! What is it?” and we had a nice conversation about fragrance; she likes Avon and Bath & Body Works scents. Wish I’d had a sample in my purse to give her, but I didn’t think of it. And then one of the students passing by me said, “Wow, somebody smells really good!” Scent of Bedtime: Shalimar Light. Man, am I tired…

Saturday, Aug. 6: Another warm but really humid sort of day. Took Bookworm down to the high school early (this is getting to be a habit!) to pick up her cross-country uniform and have team pictures made. Then we took advantage of Virginia’s tax-free weekend to buy school supplies and a few items of school clothing for her. I’m still trying to pry her away from the Jeans Every Day mindset, but I don’t know that that’s going to happen. SOTMorning: SSS Jour Ensoleille, which is gorgeous and floral and sweet and just a wee bit drrty. I want a little 5ml purse spray, whenever they show up on the website again.

National anthem at local minor league baseball game

Mowed the grass, cleaned the house, took the fam down to our local Rookie League baseball game. The PCHS band was playing the Star Spangled Banner – which Bookworm tells me is always referred to among band members as “SSB,” which surprised me, because we always called it “Banner” – for the game, and that was fun to watch. SOTEvening: more Jour Ensoleille. Trivia: Eddie Van was selected as the “Dirtiest Vehicle in the Parking Lot,” and I won a free car wash at a local establishment… thing is, you know the car wash will only last until I get to the driveway, which is half a mile long and gravel.

Sunday, Aug. 7: Helping with preschool age kids at church today. Eleven kids, one adult… I’m so tired! I need a nap! SOTD: Mary Greenwell Plum.

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Band Camp 2011

I’ve been helping with Bookworm’s Band Camp this week, and in consequence have been busier than I’d anticipated. Thought I’d share a few pictures of the fun:

Blocking the first number, march-through with no instruments. It's so humid you can barely see Peak's Knob in the background for the haze.

The chaperones have been setting up tents, icing the Gatorades, preparing set cards, setting up lunch, giving first aid (a couple of twisted ankles, a rash caused by allergic reaction, some minor overheating), cleaning up, and generally being go-fers and fixits.

Members of the flute and alto sax sections, resting under the tents at break time.

Members of the drumline, plus the mellophone section leader, resting under a shade tree at break.

I think camp is going fairly well.  A little intense, maybe, but still, the director is pretty calm and patient, and so are the assistants, both the staff ones and the people pulled in just to help with band camp.   I vividly remember my own band director getting ticked and throwing things.  Not at people intentionally, but still… you ducked if Mr. King was in a temper.

Mr. Butler, at the top of the director's tower. Below and to the left is Cody on the primary drum major's stand. You can't see Charlie on the smaller stand, but she's there too.

Each day, the drum majors have led a “drilldown,” where the band is in a parade block and given audible instructions that they must follow in good order: Mark Time, Forward, Backward, Quarter-turn to the Right/Left, To the Rear, Left/Right Slide, Left/Right Flank, Halt, Parade Rest, etc.  Anybody who screws up has to go to the sidelines, and the last member standing wins.  Bookworm’s done pretty well; she’s usually in the last dozen before she gets tripped up on back-to-back turns.  As you might expect, it’s typically the seniors and section leaders who make it into the later rounds, and the winners so far have been Cooper (senior trumpet), a tie between tenor drum Ben and drumline captain Jolly, and then Jolly on his own.  I can never figure out whether drumline has it easier to march or not, because they don’t do Horns Up/Down commands, and they don’t Slide, either.  They Crab instead.  Bookworm says this is easier, but she might be wrong.  Drum harnesses are heavy, and it always looks to me that they impede leg movement.

Part of the drumline: Ben, Taylor, Jamie, Jolly (Matt), Madison, Brandon, Li'l Bill (yes, he's grown since getting the nickname), and TJ. Jon, the other bass drum player, isn't pictured. Poor Jamie's back was red the next day. He told me he'd sunscreened, but I have my doubts.

I remember the first time Bookworm picked up her instrument: it was five years ago, and it was a clarinet.  The squawking… oh, the squawking.  She got better.  Then she picked up the alto saxophone, because the only kid in her grade at the middle school that played it had moved, and she decided not to go back to clarinet, though she has played bass clarinet in concert band from time to time.  When she was a freshman, the marching band was short on tenor saxes (they’re not this year, four tenors to five altos), and her section leader asked her if she could play a tenor instead.  She could play it, all right, but she’s so short that it kept hitting her in the knees.  She was selected Rookie Marcher of the Year her freshman year, and she’s only gotten better.  I’m proud of her.

Bookworm in the front, in green: Miss Prepared and Paying Attention, being a Good Example. I think she's digging being a section leader.

I’m looking forward to the week being over.  It’s exhausting, and I’m not even there the whole day!  The end-of-camp cookout comes Friday night, and families will get to see the part of the show that the band has prepared that evening.   Turns out we’re not doing that until the night before the first football game, two weeks from now.  


Thursday update:  we had a junior trumpet go down with heat exhaustion this morning, just about the time the kids were ready for their Gatorade/granola bar break at 10:40 a.m.  I don’t think Amy has been hydrating at home very well, and she’s had this happen before at band camp.  It’s not terribly hot – in the 80s – but humid, with no shade on the practice field, and when the kids came to the tents for Gatorade, she just collapsed on the ground and was having trouble breathing.  Her mom had the motorcycle at work with her today, so I took Amy, her mom, and her boyfriend (Jolly) to the emergency room.  Amy was feeling better by the time we got her to the hospital, and she was able to walk and to finish her Gatorade, so they’re just going to rehydrate her by giving her lots to drink (no IVs, since she’s able to consume liquid without help), and watch her until her temperature stabilizes.  Poor kid.


Photos are mine.  (I cannot imagine why my camera thinks it’s April of 2009.  Moreover, I cannot figure out how to fix it. Aargh.)

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