Rebecca wants more goat cheese!
I have this recurring nightmare that I’m back in high school. More specifically, that I’ve been sent back to high school because it turns out that I never really graduated. The other night I dreamed that I was at my old high school, it was the week before final exams, and I hadn’t gone to math class (with a certain pig-faced math teacher) all year, and now I was about to fail the final. The school was different than I’d remembered so I couldn’t find my way around, and none of my old classmates were there.
Sara and I are spending the next two weeks or so house-sitting for CJ & Company while they’re on vacation in Utah. And of course we are enjoying it, because besides from having an awesome house, they also have a piano, a pool, a swing set, and some very cute pets that we are taking care of. I told them they might have a hard time getting rid of me after they get back.
I found a book of sheet music to Disney songs that I gave them last year and have started tinkering with it on their piano. I can already play the song "Winnie the Pooh," almost without having to look at the music. (Of course that’s one of the easiest songs in the book and I’m already super-familiar with it because I spent most of my childhood watching that movie, but still, this is a big deal for me.) I think tonight I’m going to start on "Feed the Birds," which also looks to be pretty easy. I’m going to try to practice every day that I’m here.