they are the hunters, we are the foxes / and we run
Hi, where is everyone? I am come back to an echoing hall with but few occupants.
That's okay. Anyway, lots of better things are happening such that I feel less anxious than when I made my itemised list of eleven things that were causing me stress.
Sam and I went to visit Lauren in Calgary this week, Tuesday evening to Thursday evening. We didn't get to see her much, because she has a full-time job now (yay, Lauren!!), but we did manage to a) visit the Sentry Box for Sam to get some dice, and b) go to Ikea to get Sam a bookcase. We also did some other cool things. It was a nice, though short and somewhat packed, visit. Also we listened to 1989 by Taylor Swift almost nonstop in the car. By Thursday we were singing along to every track.
Today, I put together the bookcase while Sam was at work and even anchored it to the wall which I have never done for a bookcase before in my life, and also I went to rehearsal for church choir and it was great.
(Have I mentioned this? There's a need for musicians at some of the 5pm masses at our parish so a few of us old guard four-part-with-organ people have stepped in and we get to sing from the loft and use the brand-new organ that was installed therein last year. It's been great so far. After we prepared the music for this week we started talking about Triduum and Easter, and we still don't know if we're going to be singing on Good Friday or what have you but we are prepared.)
I heard about Leonard Nimoy from Carolyn's Facebook post and was obscurely comforted thereby.
Now I have made a start at writing out a narrative account of our Monday night D&D sessions, which naturally makes me feel much better about the whole endeavour than I did when I hadn't even created a file for it, never mind even staring at a blank page. I don't know how the tone of the introduction will go over with the rest of the group, but the introduction is complete. It's less than a page, but it's something, and I feel pretty good about that.
I should write some reviews this weekend. There's a solo cello album that I've downloaded but not yet listened to. I'm excited for that.
These last few days have been full of crying, on and off. A song. A movie. An emotional confrontation. Another song. The Big Bang Theory. Leonard Nimoy. My tears are falling easily these days. Nothing to be surprised at; there has been stress, there has been sleep deprivation, there has been driving in downtown Calgary, there have been hormones, there has been death, there has been life. All I can do is eat and sleep and pray. This will even out again.
That's okay. Anyway, lots of better things are happening such that I feel less anxious than when I made my itemised list of eleven things that were causing me stress.
Sam and I went to visit Lauren in Calgary this week, Tuesday evening to Thursday evening. We didn't get to see her much, because she has a full-time job now (yay, Lauren!!), but we did manage to a) visit the Sentry Box for Sam to get some dice, and b) go to Ikea to get Sam a bookcase. We also did some other cool things. It was a nice, though short and somewhat packed, visit. Also we listened to 1989 by Taylor Swift almost nonstop in the car. By Thursday we were singing along to every track.
Today, I put together the bookcase while Sam was at work and even anchored it to the wall which I have never done for a bookcase before in my life, and also I went to rehearsal for church choir and it was great.
(Have I mentioned this? There's a need for musicians at some of the 5pm masses at our parish so a few of us old guard four-part-with-organ people have stepped in and we get to sing from the loft and use the brand-new organ that was installed therein last year. It's been great so far. After we prepared the music for this week we started talking about Triduum and Easter, and we still don't know if we're going to be singing on Good Friday or what have you but we are prepared.)
I heard about Leonard Nimoy from Carolyn's Facebook post and was obscurely comforted thereby.
Now I have made a start at writing out a narrative account of our Monday night D&D sessions, which naturally makes me feel much better about the whole endeavour than I did when I hadn't even created a file for it, never mind even staring at a blank page. I don't know how the tone of the introduction will go over with the rest of the group, but the introduction is complete. It's less than a page, but it's something, and I feel pretty good about that.
I should write some reviews this weekend. There's a solo cello album that I've downloaded but not yet listened to. I'm excited for that.
These last few days have been full of crying, on and off. A song. A movie. An emotional confrontation. Another song. The Big Bang Theory. Leonard Nimoy. My tears are falling easily these days. Nothing to be surprised at; there has been stress, there has been sleep deprivation, there has been driving in downtown Calgary, there have been hormones, there has been death, there has been life. All I can do is eat and sleep and pray. This will even out again.