you are the sun and moon and stars . . . and i could never run away from you
Namaste. Just got back from church. My first day of professional organing in . . . a year and a half. And I did a pretty good job, too. Some kinks to work out (it was Communion Sunday, and I wasn't familiar with their style of Communion), but everyone seemed to like what I had to play, and I was told numerous times that I was a blessing and an answer to their prayers. So, it feels good to be an answer to prayers. ^_^ It adds the pressure, but I still come out smiling.
Yesterday was spent largely either with Kate and Roger, or by myself. Kate, Roger, and I walked to downtown and through Lithia Park, which is a lot of walking for me. So when I got home at around 3:30, I didn't go to the Y like I'd planned; instead, I slept. Until 6ish. When I was awoken by a phone call from an old high school friend. So I did more dishes and laundry and talkd to Abe. Until Fer-fer left for his symphony concert and I went to practice for this morning's service. Kate called when she got back from skiing, and we decided Taco Bell was in order. However, as soon as we arrived at Taco Bell, the sign informed us they'd be closed for another half-hour because of lack of staff. So we waited, like geeks, in the Taco Bell parking lot, and watched all the other cars drive up and then away, and then come back in 20-30 minutes. Highly amusing.
Today: concert at 3. Masterclass immediately following concert. Oscars immediately following masterclass. Will I eat sometime? Maaaaybe.
Tomorrow: back to fucking school. My Lord, I am getting tired of school. And seeing George all the time and wanting to both kick and kiss him all over. I'm doing a fine job of ignoring him, but it makes me want to tear my hair out. So much pain bundled up in that source of so much happiness. That's it; I've lost my mind.
I like working out. Did you ever think you'd hear that? It's actually enjoyable. And relaxing; and necessary. Absolutely. And I'm absolutely leaving now. Shalom.
Yesterday was spent largely either with Kate and Roger, or by myself. Kate, Roger, and I walked to downtown and through Lithia Park, which is a lot of walking for me. So when I got home at around 3:30, I didn't go to the Y like I'd planned; instead, I slept. Until 6ish. When I was awoken by a phone call from an old high school friend. So I did more dishes and laundry and talkd to Abe. Until Fer-fer left for his symphony concert and I went to practice for this morning's service. Kate called when she got back from skiing, and we decided Taco Bell was in order. However, as soon as we arrived at Taco Bell, the sign informed us they'd be closed for another half-hour because of lack of staff. So we waited, like geeks, in the Taco Bell parking lot, and watched all the other cars drive up and then away, and then come back in 20-30 minutes. Highly amusing.
Today: concert at 3. Masterclass immediately following concert. Oscars immediately following masterclass. Will I eat sometime? Maaaaybe.
Tomorrow: back to fucking school. My Lord, I am getting tired of school. And seeing George all the time and wanting to both kick and kiss him all over. I'm doing a fine job of ignoring him, but it makes me want to tear my hair out. So much pain bundled up in that source of so much happiness. That's it; I've lost my mind.
I like working out. Did you ever think you'd hear that? It's actually enjoyable. And relaxing; and necessary. Absolutely. And I'm absolutely leaving now. Shalom.