Sometimes it takes our cable company to have a power outage to force me to write my blog. It is only 5:15 AM at our home. Therefore, I am forced to hear all about the old days, long before cable TV or internet. This morning, Nancy rambled on and on that by 6:30 most mornings, she would have completed her various scales from major to melodic minor, accompanied by the chromatic interval studies, not to mention endless LONG tones. There was never be a cell phone or email interrupting her practice because none of those existed yet. Back then, there was not even the option to go lap swimming at a health club at 5 AM. So, on that beautiful farm where her brothers and Dad were milking the cows, Nancy was practicing saxophone.
Of course, I wondered how she was dismissed from those chores? Apparently, she was always given the tasks of helping with meals and cleaning inside the house. Then, there is the modern question of, well couldn’t she have done the boy’s jobs too? Sure, but, it just worked out that way and it was not a gender issue back in those days at all. She simply HAD to practice saxophone. It was as though it was an addiction that she just had to have. (Ah, it still is by the way!) Hmmmm….let me think about if I have any addictions? Nope, I am a pretty clean dog!
Now, when it came to all the baseball games played on the farm, she was right in game, with all the neighborhood boys, etc. They had their very own baseball field right next to the chicken barn. I understand that the baseball games with her brothers were just as much fun as the 4-H softball games. No wonder she likes to watch the Minnesota Twin’s baseball games with me! I think we should consider moving to a place with no TV or internet. It allows me to not be distracted by all the media, PERIOD. As I finish this, our internet is still down. I am anticipating a day of new adventures and beginnings.