Another month, and we still have boxes in various stages of unpackedness throughout the house. For reasons we’re unable to put our finger on, settling in here is taking a lot longer than it has with past moves. We like our new town (except for the fire department), and the folks at Brooke’s church have all been welcoming and helpful. But we haven’t yet hung more than 2 or 3 pictures.
Yesterday was the first day of school. Sixth grade in a new school that is huge compared to his old one. Other than the obscenely early start time, it was a grand success. He likes all his new teachers and seems to have made a lot of new friends on the first day.
Because it starts so early, it also gets out early. He’s done at 2pm. On the walk home, he says, “I’m becoming a dude now. That means, Mom, you’re the Dudette, and Dad, you’re the DuDad.” Frankly, I’m not sure how I’m going to adjust to being the Dudad.
The kid has re-committed to the clarinet for school band, so we bought him his own clarinet. Piano lessons with his new teacher start after school next Thursday. This will be his third year at the clarinet and his seventh year at the piano. When he focuses and practices he’s really quite good. He was only 1 point away from a perfect score on the New York State School Music Association (NYSSMA) piano level 2 last spring. He played Bach’s Minuet in G. He’s started work on the Rusty Rag for level 3 next year — but hasn’t really practiced much to speak of all summer.
I suppose we needed that month after the initial landing in this new place. A month for all of us to re-acclimate without much consideration for things needing to get done, whether piano practice or unpacking. But with school starting and the leaves turning it seems time to re-engage.