Positive energy and a babushka!

I was just reading over some past posts and realized I've been a tad bit negative lately.  In a moment of truth here, that is something that I have been working on a lot.  Who likes to waste energy being negative?  There are so many better things that can be done with positive energy.  

Last night one of my fabulous, artsy friends had one of her fabulous, artsy parties.  This provided me the opportunity to dress up and pretend to be the fabulous, artsy girl that I once was.  It was a reception for a very talented local classical guitarist.  I didn't make the preceding concert... neither did my brother, mother, or father, who were also in attendance, but it was a nice party, which, in all honesty, is why we went.  My excuse, at least was that the artist had crashed my baby shower that the hostess had thrown before Little Man was born, so I could crash his reception even though I hadn't gone to the concert.  Not that either of us were unwelcome at either event!

My brother, who has two children of his own, got into a conversation with one of the maestro's students, a Russian woman who was gushing about him (rightfully so) and how she has learned so much, and now she is trying to pass this love of music down to her ten year old son, with some difficulty.  My brother, whose son is fifteen (yikes!), assured her that boys do get easier as they mature, especially with the right doses of encouragement and discipline.  

She responded with: "Oh, thank you!  That is so good to hear!  My son plays piano and he is giving us such a problem with it!  I try to encourage him and he practices every day and I stand behind him and encourage him to get his notes and scales correct and when he doesn't I have a special slipper and I whop him on the head with it!"

This exchange happened as she was leaving, luckily, because my brother and I could barely contain ourselves.  We just nodded silently and tried not to choke on our champagne (actually, he did choke on his champagne a little).  As soon as she was out the door we unraveled our laughter as we pictured this poor little Americanized Russian kid glaring at his mother angrily as she hovered over him like an Iron Curtain babushka lady with a fuzzy bunny slipper in her hand.

Anywho... I got two posts out in one week!  Woo hoo!