Yay, eek!, um ack!
Comicon is in 2 days! I was totally excited for it until this weekend. I like being places, but I hate leaving my farm. I'm kind of like a Hobbit that way.
And now, I'm just all stressed and discombobulated. I keep thinking I leave tomorrow. I was supposed to work tomorrow, but took it off, too because of the news we (my church) got this weekend. Our Rector (pastor, priest) passed away. Kind of unexpected, although when they sent out the email that he had been sent to Dallas for the second time, I was suspicious.
But seriously, he was an awesome teacher. He could make history come alive, and discussed it with such clarity and a sort of passion that you couldn't help but be captivated. I only got to know him for about a year and a half, but I mourn him. I mourn the little asides he'd occasionally make when we (the choir and altar party) were all waiting to enter on Sunday. I mourn for what I could have learned from him. I mourn that a brilliant teacher and man is no longer with us. I'm sad for his family. I'm happy he's at rest.
I never went to his Bible studies because choir is at the same time. I don't regret choir, but it would have been nice to be there.
So, tonight the choir practiced for the funeral tomorrow. So many people were there to sing! Kind of glad we're in the choir loft because wow, it's going to be packed.
But yeah. Worked, got my new lenses put in my frames-yay no scratches!, had a hospital executive committee meeting, left early to go to practice. Now catching up on LJ. Tomorrow I have to be there at 9:15, the funeral starts at 10, and goes to maybe even noon, then I'm hoping to get a pedicure because I have hooves instead of feet, go to chiro, have a riding lesson, then wash some clothes and pack.
Perhaps I'll sleep the first day of con. ;)
And now, I'm just all stressed and discombobulated. I keep thinking I leave tomorrow. I was supposed to work tomorrow, but took it off, too because of the news we (my church) got this weekend. Our Rector (pastor, priest) passed away. Kind of unexpected, although when they sent out the email that he had been sent to Dallas for the second time, I was suspicious.
But seriously, he was an awesome teacher. He could make history come alive, and discussed it with such clarity and a sort of passion that you couldn't help but be captivated. I only got to know him for about a year and a half, but I mourn him. I mourn the little asides he'd occasionally make when we (the choir and altar party) were all waiting to enter on Sunday. I mourn for what I could have learned from him. I mourn that a brilliant teacher and man is no longer with us. I'm sad for his family. I'm happy he's at rest.
I never went to his Bible studies because choir is at the same time. I don't regret choir, but it would have been nice to be there.
So, tonight the choir practiced for the funeral tomorrow. So many people were there to sing! Kind of glad we're in the choir loft because wow, it's going to be packed.
But yeah. Worked, got my new lenses put in my frames-yay no scratches!, had a hospital executive committee meeting, left early to go to practice. Now catching up on LJ. Tomorrow I have to be there at 9:15, the funeral starts at 10, and goes to maybe even noon, then I'm hoping to get a pedicure because I have hooves instead of feet, go to chiro, have a riding lesson, then wash some clothes and pack.
Perhaps I'll sleep the first day of con. ;)