These last few weeks of the school term have turned our violin schedule a bit topsy-turvy, with changes to days and times that I can’t seem to wrap my head around. Our individual lesson is ordinarily from 4:00 to 4:30 on Thursdays, with the group lesson from 5:20 to 6:00. The break between the two us gives us just the right amount of time to run to town for a quick dinner (the highlight of Tage’s week, obviously).

This week, though, Wednesday was the day, with the earlier lesson at 4:30 and the later one at 6:00. All day I looked forward to those extra ten minutes between classes. It’s not much more time, but it’s enough to let us not have to hurry the way we usually do. In the car on the way to town, however, I suddenly remembered that the class wasn’t at 6:00, but at 5:30, which meant that we’d have to hurry even more. We probably wouldn’t have time to eat at all, in fact, so we decided to go to a nearby grocery store between classes to grab a quick snack, then have dinner later.

Next to the grocery store is a little hamburger place that I usually avoid because their vegetarian option isn’t much to my liking. It caught Tage’s eye, though, and he talked me into getting dinner there, saying that we could save our food until after violin if we didn’t have time to both order and eat. Unfortunately, after standing in line for at least ten minutes, we still hadn’t placed our order, so I told my boy we couldn’t wait any longer and we rushed back to the music school …

… where we learned that the class wasn’t at 5:30 after all, but at 6:00, as I’d originally thought. Gah.

So it was back to Plan A. We returned to the grocery store, where Tage chose an apple and a cinnamon bun, and a Ben10 soda to wash them down with. I took “pesto bread”– something strangely (and happily) reminiscent of a Pizza Hut pizza — and an iced coffee. It was enough food that I figured we wouldn’t need to stop for dinner after all, and Tage allowed that he’d be okay with just an ice cream on the way home.

We’re stand-up sorts, Tage and I, so we brought ice cream home for everyone. And we agreed that none of his sisters needed to know that not only did he get an ice cream from the family pack, but he also got to pick his own individual ice cream — raspberry and salt licorice — to eat in the car. Violin days are his special days, after all.