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Waking up around 9:30 a.m. Making breakfast for mom and I: Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Strawberries, and Almond Milk. Coffee with Cream and Honey.
We drive off to Portsmouth to visit with Uncle Kenny at the house she grew up in. As we pull up to the intersection of Elmhurst Lane and Portsmouth Blvd my mom feels the floodgates of memories open. Inside we find Kenny sitting in the recliner with his sweet six-toed cat, Dotty. Mom and I snoop around in the room with all the photo albums her daddy, Duane, put together. I could spend all day here flipping through these priceless old photos of my mom's side of the family. Apparently, there was sect of family in the early 1900's that were circus people. Upstairs I locate the old 8-track recordings of The Markham Quartet, the band Duane (granddad), Kenny, and my mom used to perform in back in the late 60's early 70's. This is an absolute treasure cause I've been dying to hear this stuff – I hope I can find a way to digitize them. They advertised themselves as "The Biggest Little Band in the Land".
I never really got to know my granddaddy before he died. I only know what my mom told me, besides playing saxophone and piano and being in a locally famous cover band, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia later in his life. He also had a thing for documentation and organizing family photos, hence all these photo albums we're privileged to see. I wonder if that's where my tendencies for archiving come from. Obviously, I get my musical qualities from my mom's side of the family.
I brought Egg Salad Sandwiches with Tomato to share with Kenny and Mom. They're both grateful.
Time to drive back to reality. I leave my mom here with Kenny and I continue on with my day. I've got seven lessons to give at Music Makers – it's exhausting but I pull through it. For some reason all my students are showing a noticeable improvement this evening. Even the ones who are usually fidgety and unfocused are more attentive and on point. I don't know what I've done but maybe my methods are working.
I get a good 2-mile run at The Escape. Then, immediately heading over to Elliott's to rehearse You're Jovian bass lines.
Back home. Now I'm really exhausted and hungry.
Vegetarian Chili with Tofu Scramble. Dark Chocolate.
Watching The Drop (2014).
Reflecting. Relaxing.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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