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BrownThrasher of Flourish
Aug. 18th, 2019 09:38 pmI was very busy yesterday and today, practicing the music for church this morning. There were several pieces, and I didn't know which ones would be chosen, so I was trying to practice them all. We were to have a new musician with us, a high school girl who plays the viola, and I was eager to be well-prepared and helpful. I was driving myself crazy practicing one piece at 72, with the metronome, and kept getting behind the beat. I was up early this morning putting all my music together, punching holes in it so it could go in my notebook, etc. etc. Once I arrived, I found that I'd been practicing the first violin part, and our leader wanted me to be on violin II with the viola anyway--so I ended up sightreading everything! And getting slightly mixed up on occasion, much to my chagrin. Oh well. The main thing is to come out even at the end! As for the piece at 72, the leader laughed and said "Oh heavens, we'd never play it that fast." So I came out all right there.
I had a phone call with Queenie. We check up on each other. She had been feeling sad too. Our thoughts and feelings have been remarkably similar, to an uncanny degree, and it was some comfort to share that. Part of this grief thing is feeling very alone.
At church, we learned that two long-time members are seriously ill. One is in the hospital. The other, one of my favorite old ladies, has been diagnosed with Parkinson's. The Sparrowhawk was very tired and uncomfortable today. I think he hasn't been getting enough sleep. I decided we should just take what remained of the day off and take it easy. He had been to the farmers market yesterday and got us some delicious tomatoes. We just had ham sandwiches and tomatoes for dinner, and watched Pride and Prejudice again. Another of the old ladies at church turned 80, and one of her friends brought cake. We brought home a piece, so we had dessert as well. There's nothing more delicious than eating chocolate cake while reciting all of Lady Catherine DeBourgh's lines for her. "Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted!" Yes! And with chocolate frosting!
I had a phone call with Queenie. We check up on each other. She had been feeling sad too. Our thoughts and feelings have been remarkably similar, to an uncanny degree, and it was some comfort to share that. Part of this grief thing is feeling very alone.
At church, we learned that two long-time members are seriously ill. One is in the hospital. The other, one of my favorite old ladies, has been diagnosed with Parkinson's. The Sparrowhawk was very tired and uncomfortable today. I think he hasn't been getting enough sleep. I decided we should just take what remained of the day off and take it easy. He had been to the farmers market yesterday and got us some delicious tomatoes. We just had ham sandwiches and tomatoes for dinner, and watched Pride and Prejudice again. Another of the old ladies at church turned 80, and one of her friends brought cake. We brought home a piece, so we had dessert as well. There's nothing more delicious than eating chocolate cake while reciting all of Lady Catherine DeBourgh's lines for her. "Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted!" Yes! And with chocolate frosting!
