So that Suzuki violin class? The one we won in the auction and went to visit tonight to see what we thought of it? Where Baxter excitedly got measured for his quarter-sized violin?
The one that both kids wanted to participate in, with even Lyle whining for a violin (which he could have soon, if we so choose)? Close to our neighborhood? With the really fantastic teacher?
Yeah, that one.
Well, it’s in the teacher’s house. A perfectly lovely house, I should note, but one that has cat and dog hair swirling into the air and taking off from the floor every time a child so much as places his violin down on the floor to play the “who can pick up their bow properly the fastest” game. With the actual multiple felines and canines racing through the house at the end of class.
There is no way I can spend all that time in that house every week, this much became clear by the completion of the hour.
Damn these allergies.