I can’t say that I’m a great dance dad, but I’m learning.
We’ve just pushed through yet another dance competition season and we have the scars to show for it. Thankfully, we mostly tour on the local competition circuit so it means travel is limited to day trips. Yet that still means early morning hair-doing sessions (not my specialty) and lugging costumes carefully laid out in the back of the car so that they don’t wrinkle, and … of course … the anticipatory therapy sessions that go along with any kind of public performance.
You’d think after spending a year as a cartoon character, getting up on a stage in a tutu wouldn’t bother her that much.
If you’re a fan of This is Pi Day you probably already know that my mostly-recent endeavour into publishing webcomics is happening in direct competition to another mostly-recent hobby.
As of last week, I’ve been learning to play the violin for a whole year… an effort that will eventually pay off in the form of having my own in-house one-man-band, but in the meantime requires dedicating each day what could be a solid thirty minutes of valuable comic-drawing to literal fiddling around in the basement.
The Girl actually told me the other day that I’m improving, a true compliment from a kid with an underdeveloped verbal filter, but she’s still lacks an appreciation for my repertoire, a song list that is heavy on a mix of classical alternating with fiddle tunes, and very under-represented in Top 30 pop tunes.
I dabble, but honestly… my singing voice has nothing on Adele.