The glorious monotony of the undramatic life
The weekend was lovely but way too short. Most of it was spent unpacking boxes in the apartment and moving boxes from our rented storage unit to the free storage space in the basement of our building. We have a little bit of moving left to do and a moderate amount of unpacking. Also, furniture rearranging. I should have known better than to announce, when we set down our massive heavy entertainment center, "I am never moving this again." Of course it needs to be against the east wall, not the south wall. Sigh.
We went to the natural history museum on the U of M campus, which is small but nice, especially for free Sunday admission. Church was semi-stressful -- we have lost our old choir director (though the new one seems nice enough), the longstanding member/soprano section leader who served as interim choir director and also brought in a lot of members, and all of the paid singers who participated over the summer. It's down to a couple sopranos and altos, me, and David. So David is mostly singing baritone and I am "singing" "tenor." I either can't find my pitches or can't hit them (my range is teeeeeny) and the whole thing is making me feel small and low and crabby as usual. But I will persevere. If God wanted all his worship music delivered in beautiful dulcet tones with perfect pitch and rich timbre, he should have given me a better fucking voice, is what. Take what you can get, O Lord. All that off-key yelling is how I show my love.
We watched Bridesmaids (okay) and Role Models (better than the premise would suggest). I also had a mini Strawberry Cheesequake Blizzard. That name looks kind of ridiculous typed out. It was delicious, though.
Meditation was surprisingly emotional this morning. It was something they discussed in the introduction class -- that unpleasant feelings might come up and one should just sit with them, neither getting hooked into them nor trying to fight them down -- but it hadn't happened to me before. It felt good, though. It's been a moody day in general (I had a lot of caffeine while on my period, so, no big shocker) and I ended up bawling at my desk and giving myself a crying hangover. I also went for a walk at lunch and ate approximately two tons of salted peanuts.
Some department or other is holding up the process of scheduling the next batch of catalogs, so I am free from boring weekly catalog setup meeting for another week in a row. I will cherish my Tuesday afternoon of liberty, I assure you.
We went to the natural history museum on the U of M campus, which is small but nice, especially for free Sunday admission. Church was semi-stressful -- we have lost our old choir director (though the new one seems nice enough), the longstanding member/soprano section leader who served as interim choir director and also brought in a lot of members, and all of the paid singers who participated over the summer. It's down to a couple sopranos and altos, me, and David. So David is mostly singing baritone and I am "singing" "tenor." I either can't find my pitches or can't hit them (my range is teeeeeny) and the whole thing is making me feel small and low and crabby as usual. But I will persevere. If God wanted all his worship music delivered in beautiful dulcet tones with perfect pitch and rich timbre, he should have given me a better fucking voice, is what. Take what you can get, O Lord. All that off-key yelling is how I show my love.
We watched Bridesmaids (okay) and Role Models (better than the premise would suggest). I also had a mini Strawberry Cheesequake Blizzard. That name looks kind of ridiculous typed out. It was delicious, though.
Meditation was surprisingly emotional this morning. It was something they discussed in the introduction class -- that unpleasant feelings might come up and one should just sit with them, neither getting hooked into them nor trying to fight them down -- but it hadn't happened to me before. It felt good, though. It's been a moody day in general (I had a lot of caffeine while on my period, so, no big shocker) and I ended up bawling at my desk and giving myself a crying hangover. I also went for a walk at lunch and ate approximately two tons of salted peanuts.
Some department or other is holding up the process of scheduling the next batch of catalogs, so I am free from boring weekly catalog setup meeting for another week in a row. I will cherish my Tuesday afternoon of liberty, I assure you.