Meh.

Yesterday was not the gawdawful disaster Wednesday was, but it was much less unpleasant. So that’s good.

It must have been the band concert that was the besst. The youngest Son, Interrupted plays the French horn. His band teacher is obviously a devotee of George Bernard Shaw, as his concerts are always three pieces and you’re out. I’d be happy to hang for five, but the chairs in that multi-purpose room are the spawn of Satan and impossible to sit in.

Delmar Symphony was the besst part of the besst part of the day.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014