After class this week, one of my music English students (a violinist) told me she would be performing on Friday in I-Hall at the university. I thought she said the concert was at six o’clock. So, yesterday afternoon around twenty ‘til six, I went over to the university. (I just live across the street). When I got to I-Hall, I could hear music. I didn’t have my watch and thought I must be late, oh no! I waited for a break and went in and sat in the second row, my usual place when I go to I-Hall. I thought it was odd that there were only a few people in the audience, but there’s never a big turnout for these concerts. At the end, I figured out that I wasn’t late, I was early! This was a last minute rehearsal. Even though I didn’t know what time the concert really started, I ran home to see if Ted wanted to attend. He was packing for his weekend kayak class trip, so I returned to I-Hall alone and waited. Luckily, I had a small stitching project with me. Eventually more people came and the concert began for real. The concert was very enjoyable and I loved seeing my student perform.
Even though I often don’t know what is happening or when it is happening, I somehow manage to get by quite nicely.