[My favorite Kiki Dee song.] And, I do. There are probably a bajillion people on this lovely planet who sing better than I do, but I wonder how many of them enjoy it as much as I do.
Brother Sushi and I had another great dinner last night. Wide-ranging discussions on everything from George Washington’s teeth to the parable of the talents to the application of that parable in our respective lives.
He asks me questions about my life that I don’t think to ask, because I’m, well, too busy living it. But every time I ponder one of those questions, I come out the better for it. I gave him an opinion on something that’s going on in the borders of his life that was not what he wanted to hear, but I think we both think there was a good chunk of truth to it.
I came home, put the containers of leftover snapper and leftover molten chocolate brownie into the fridge, then went into my studio and hauled out a dusty soprano recorder. [I need more cork slick. Middle C is sticky and wants to jump an octave on me.] But I can now play a recognizable version of “Nearer, My God, to Thee”, by ear. It’s not pretty and smooth and flowing, but it’s mostly non-squeaky. I think for 15 minutes’ work, that’s an acceptable result.
I wonder if the recorder will do for my lungs what LittleBit’s trumpet did for hers?
Woke up this morning to find that my tax refund had posted overnight, a week ahead of when the bandits at TurboTax told me was likely. Which means that I don’t have to figure out how to do breakfast out with BestFriend this morning and lunch out with Fourthborn this afternoon, without hitting my savings account. In fact, I will probably put some of said refund into my savings account.
One of the Old Testament prophets, Malachi, proclaimed some of the blessings which come from paying tithing. [Malachi 3:8-12] Those blessings are not always, or only, financial. And the financial blessings are probably not the most important ones. But it is always ~ to me, at least ~ such a relief when the first and most obvious ones, are.
Yesterday was a really good, and really productive, day at work. I left with a clean desk and a clear idea of what to do when I get back on Monday.
Today is for friends and family and for puttering around the house. I have already clicked on the pink button at the breast cancer site. Time to wash up a few dishes then hop in the shower.
Today’s forecast: cloudy with a chance of shopping. I am going to run by Avenue on my way to Fourthborn’s and see if they have any shirts I like, at a price that I like. And I might even head over to Coldwater Creek and make notes on new things to buy once they hit the outlet at 70-80% off. I bought my last new shirt shortly before NintendoMan popped up in my life again (and promptly, and permanently, stained it). Maybe today I will figure out a non-cheesy embellishment that will render it wearable outside the house. Otherwise, it gets divided up for doll clothing.
There is a dance tonight, but I’m not sure that my feet are ready to go boogie, quite yet. Am hoping to be able to barefoot-it at the conference in two weeks.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!