Corona Virus Quarantine Day #113: Handyman and Holy Hamilton! July 12, 2020:
Let’s start by saying Grandpa Joe’s visit has been one for the books! I’ve seen my dad in a pool two days in a row…relaxing and he’s worn shorts every single day he’s been here. For those of you that know him, you can probably count on one hand the number of times this man has worn shorts. It’s noteworthy for me.
Not the best picture but it’s a picture nonetheless of Grandpa Joe and Fiona having a snack before pool time!
Also, I’m so grateful he’s so handy. When we built the barn we had a front portion that we dreamed would be a nice place for people to sit while their kids played. However, we put that dream off because it was a lot of work and a lot of money. Enter Joe Bell. He has built homes, beautiful homes my entire life. He is one of the most creative people I know. I wish I had inherited even an ounce of creativity. Sadly, I did not.
Nevertheless we had a few spots in the bathroom and on the wall that needed to be framed in in order for drywall to come next week. Enter Joe Bell. He and Bryan worked out there and got it done! Yay! It was awesome and so very appreciated.
Handyman Grandpa Joe and his trusty assistant Bryan Dorsey!
After more swimming at my sisters this afternoon we returned home for dinner and to watch part two of Hamilton. Holy…Hamilton. I am beyond impressed. This play is so much fun. I have always been a lover of history and I am also a lover of rap. I will have to watch this more than once for sure to catch all the little nuances I missed (partly because our children ask a lot of questions). But man alive…this musical is incredible.
Our kids are so interested in what it’s really about and are asking questions like…”what did Alexander Hamilton do, what are the Federalist papers, why was he so important, who is James Madison and so on and so on.
The two women that play the role of the Schuyler sisters…oh my good LORD! They can sing. A few tears were shed during their songs.
As kids our parents always wanted to culture us…to give us what they themselves didn’t experience as children. For example, we ate in unique restaurants and tried different foods, we travelled, we went to Broadway plays and even rode a train cross country. I will forever cherish all of these experiences our parents gave us and be grateful for them. Among my favorite childhood experiences are the musicals we went to see. Miss Saigon, Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (with Donnie Osmond I must say) and Wicked (as an adult) were among my favorites. I can still remember sitting in my seat as a young girl crying when songs like “Think of Me” or “Movie in my Mind” or “On My Own,” or “Go, Go, Go Joseph” or “Defying Gravity” played. I’ve always been moved by people’s ability to sing, another quality Joe Bell! There is no better place to hear the true power of a persons voice than in a theater.
I so wish I had seen Hamilton in the theater but I will settle for our basement in the comfort of our home. The actors are incredible. The music is insanely awesome and the story line is captivating and yes…I cried in just about every song. Those voices. If I could sing like that I’d sing everything I said.
Also, the kids love it. Fletcher even went to bed tonight doing his rap version of “Alexander Hamilton”. He’s 5.
If anyone ever tries to tell me that music doesn’t dive straight into people’s hearts and move them…I just simply cannot know that person anymore. Music has and always will have the power to change my mood, motivate me, make me want to sing at the top of my lungs or prepare for a battle (aka a sporting event). I am so grateful to our parents for making music a part of my story.
I can happily say we are trying to do the same for our kids. One day…when all is normal again…we will take our children to see these plays in person and I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when Elphaba hits the high note or Fantine makes their eyes sweaty. It will literally take me right back…and I cannot wait!
I also cannot wait to watch the end of Hamilton tomorrow (yes, it has taken us three days…our kiddos are small and go to bed early-ish).
But…I don’t have to see the whole thing to know it’s a stroke of genius and that I LOVE it!
The kids did a little fishing today as well. Logan (our nephew) is a fishing master. He told me they probably caught close to 30 fish. I witnessed them catch at least 15 of them. So I believe it. He’s incredible at getting the fish off the hook and “saving their lives” as Fletcher puts it. I love how much they love to fish…that’s something I wasn’t really exposed to as a child but I can now put a worm on the hook like a boss. The other picture is Fletcher with Sox and his Grandpa Joe looking at rocks after a dip in the pool!