Surviving the Nutcracker

Our sixth year of the Nutcracker, and the easiest one yet. One daughter took a sabbatical, so we only had one girl, and one performance. This was good, because the backstage chaos was worse than ever. But our angel did very well.

Otherwise, the weekend was a blur of cleaning — mostly the kind you don’t really notice, like washing walls and the insides of cabinets, cabinet doors, that sort of thing. Had to assemble a new bathroom cabinet — the old one was seriously ratty looking. Trying to get this place presentable for Christmas.

In an unrelated note, we were riding along in the car the other night, listening to the Underground Garage, and it turns out younger daughter knows every word to The Who’s “Substitute” — which is more than I can say. Couldn’t be more proud.