In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear
You sang to me
Ella didn't get a good night of sleep. When I woke her up she claimed to have "four hours left". Her swimmer's ear woke her up as well as the dragon dream, the same dragon dream from the night before. I know she was just anxious about going to a new school in the morning.
On the way to school she said that she had a "little throw up in her mouth but she swallowed it". Luckily she saw a friend in the parking lot and then Judy showed her where her classroom is. She knows three of the other girls and one of the boys. There are fourteen of them in the class.
I cried when I left her there, not because I was leaving her but because I'm so happy for her.
She'll dance on the sidewalk, but if you are about ninety years old and ask this little one dance, she'll clam up and pretend that she can't even walk. Some amazing dancers, grandfathers and great grandfathers, tried to clear the way for her to dance on the board tonight, but she was too shy.
We drove down to Galax this morning for the Old Fiddler's Convention. We stayed for the Folk Song competition, the Flatfooting competition, and the Bluegrass Band Competition. I'm sure the Old Time Band competition is still going on as I type, but we'd been sitting on concrete bleachers for much of the day. We took some great strolls in the parking area to see even more bands and dancing. I love that eighty year old men were telling me where to catch a hot set. It seems that all the grandaddys have a thing for Martha Spencer of The Whitetop Mountain Band.