Music

Weber, DelBavie, Brahms, last night was the symphony. Trevor went with me. Riley still has a lingering cough that is really loud and irritating. I opted not to take him with us. We had dinner at my step mom's favorite spot on the hill. Trevor always orders the personal pizza which is really big enough for two. He eats the whole thing himself slathered with Parmesan, emptied half the bottle on his pizza. I had a Thia salad.

Webber was a short delightful overture, which is the introduction piece to a big opera or show, just the opening. DelBavie is a French composer, still living. His piece, color, was all about the notes hanging in the air as long as possible. It caused the music to be incredibly suspenseful. It sounded like a scene from a thriller movie, waiting for the scary guy to make his appearance. You held your breath as each note appeared and wrapped itself around the last note still lingering.

Brahms was a wonderful piano accompany piece . It was Brahms, upbeat and fun to listen. You can always tell the new to the symphony audience. They clap between each movement. I grabbed Trevor's hand to prevent him from feeling pressured to join in. Remember you only clap at the very end of a piece, count the movements. The pauses between are like rest spots or ends of a chapter in a book. It is not over until the end. The musicians are always really polite about it nodding their heads, but it does show a little ignorance of the clappers for the music, if they don't understand where the end of the piece is.

My favorite was really DelBavie as I found it so interesting. The conductor gave a short speech explaining what we would be listening to before he started. That helped tremendously. They give a lecture an hour before the program, but we were at dinner. This time he took the mike to introduce the piece before he started.

Trevor sat mesmerized as usual. He dressed up again for me. I gave him some money at intermission. He bought a bag of skittles that he wolfed down in the time provided. You would think the whole pizza would have held him, but that meal was only good until intermission.

Our tickets we bought at the door, as Trevor can get in for $10 as a student. He didn't bring his ID but the ticket clerk agreed he looked like a student. We were mid way back just under the balcony on the orchestra level, in the middle. Next time we will do first balcony as Trevor want to be able to see percussion, way in the back. The only way to do that is by getting balcony seats. Margaret is on orchestra level, but we can see her at intermission.

Hugh was out of town so she had given her spare ticket to a friend. That meant she was driving alone to the performance. We had parked in the same car lot she uses. Trevor and I walked her to her car and said our goodbyes. As we pulled out of the lot she raced over and banged on my window. She had left her lights on during the performance and her car battery was dead.

I could not leave her on the downtown streets in the rain in the dark waiting for help. I have jumpers in my trunk. Having jumped my own car just a few short months ago, I knew what to do. I pull my car up to hers and pop the hoods on them both, hook up the cables with Trevor's assistance. He is loving it. What boy would not want to assist a damsel in distress. Especially when we know what to do.

I have Trevor attach the cable on my car, in order, while I do Margaret's. She is nervous about the battery dieing so after she gets her car started, without any problem, we follow her home. Safely delivered we head to our own home ourselves.

I was glad I was there. I am sure she would have managed, gotten some stranger to help. But I am so glad I was there. I shudder to think what if I hadn't been. We sure miss Hugh when he is not around to escort her.

Trevor loved the whole night's adventures, from a delicious dinner to fine music to helping jump start a car. It could not have been a more perfect evening. Nor a better escort for me. Trevor has really nice manners and made no comment about women drivers or anything derogatory that I might have heard from my other son. Trevor was a gentleman escorting his mother. I will take him to the symphony any time.