Not So Typical Sunday

This is what happens when you're a breast cancer survivor:  you go to your niece's very first concert since joining the city girl choir.  You settle into a surprisingly comfy seat in the school auditorium.  Thirty-nine little girls take the stage, and your first thought is, "Statistically, three of those young ladies will battle breast cancer at some point in their lives."  Sigh.  I am such a dork.

Diva's group sang a beautiful song that was written for them by one of the choir directors.  I wish Miss Diva was here, so I could record her singing it.  I do remember these lines, but I can't swear that I got them just right:

Let me go, let me soar
Don't hold me back 
Unlock the door
I have dreams, you'll never know
Until you let me go

Of course, there's a lot more to it.  I wish I had used the video on my camera at the time.  I never use the video feature, at least not on purpose, so I forget it's there.

After the concert there was a reception in the school gym.  Our group was large enough to fill a table on our own.  We were sitting there munching cookies when I looked over and saw my mom on the floor.  I swear, my heart about stopped.  I jumped up and ran over but several dads beat me to her and helped her up.  She said she knocked her chin but otherwise was unhurt.  I wasn't sure if I should believe her until she commented on how handsome her dads-in-shining-armor were.  Um hmmmmm.  She's fiiiiiiiiine. She says she doesn't know why she fell. But I told Walker, that's it, we need to get cracking on finding a duplex.  If we can't find what we need, we'll have to build it. That'll take months.  As soon as the reception ended, we headed out to look at the duplex I found online over the weekend.

That's an hour we won't get back.  The rest of the houses on the block sat at the top of a fairly good sized hill.  This house?  The builder carved the site out of the hill, then built a retaining wall out of wood.  A two story retaining wall that is now bowing out.  Standing out front, looking at that wall, all I saw was dollar signs.  Not only that, but the sidewalks are made of wooden planks.  Very slippery wooden planks.  The search continues.