today, yesterday, and various randoms.
"Random" is a noun. I do henceforth declare it so.
Today: I was in nursery, as I mentioned sortof yesterday. I discovered that Mrs. K. and I like the same kind of needlework: NO KNITTING, lots of crocheting, Swedish weaving, and some embroidery.
Several assorted friends (you know who you are) have birthdays on April 9th, and some of us (including me) are taking the ACT that day. What a nasty coincidence. :(
Papa, CV, CO, Pearl, and I took a walk down to Lake Carl Blackwell this evening. The forest looks so beautiful this time of year: clear, slightly green, redbud trees in bloom. The path through the ravine (the Mountain Lion's Lair) was better than usual. We saw a Great Blue Heron.
Yesterday: Ruby, Perv and I did a bunch of gardening stuff. Planted zinnias, marigolds, MORE pansies (they'll die within a month or two, sadly enough, because Ruby just loves them), and some salvia. Nothing major. The flower bed along the front walk actually looks ALIVE, while some spots in some of the others are coming along. It's taken us quite awhile to even get this far.
Our Illinois trees taken from my grandmother's farm are still Illinois trees: Behind the Times. The walnuts actually have buds, while the redbud tree only BARELY has anything resembling a bud on it. They'll be up and running in two or three weeks. :P
Mama, Pearl and I went to...(probably shouldn't say exactly where)...and watched the Symphony Orchestra and Choir sing the Brahms Requiem. It was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I would have sung along with parts if I could. The orchestra was pretty tiny, the violin section pathetic (the wind section good, as typical in this State). But the choir sang beautifully.
The audience was amazingly respectful (compared to my current location's concert audience, not compared to a Krannert Center audience), though someone occasionally coughed. I'm struck by how many of the concert-goers are senior citizens. Like I noted at the Mozart Festival last spring, 90% or better of the audience must were over the age of 65. How I wish more young kids would enjoy beautiful music!
My guess is, however, that by the time I'm 65, most of my peers will enjoy going to classical music concerts as well. Age tends to mellow a person.
My bridesmaid dress is IN THE MAIL!! **excitement**
My mom signed my sisters up for TPS classes again. I'm taking...Rhet 2. And that's it, unless I can convince them that I MUST HAVE LATIN 3!!!! They think I already have enough to do next year, I already have enough Latin to pass highschool, and I can take the class at the university year after next.
I'm saying...but,but,but... it won't be the same!! I want to finish sooner than year after next! my memory will rust!
The decision is no rush because a place in Latin 3 doesn't fill up fast like it would in Latin 1--the only candidates for it are graduated Latin 2 students. I happen to know that there are quite enough slots in the class for me to get one, no matter how late I'm registered.
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Ah, there is but one more tale to tell. Maybe it shouldn't be told here, but as I don't expect to get it emailed to all my friends and acquaintances, it's just as well.
On Tuesday I had an all-day babysitting job. Thus, Tuesday was a very interesting day. Because of this I actually participated in a ballet class (a first for me). I was helping a small girl out in her class, so I didn't do everything. But still!! I really loved the teacher, and the atmosphere, and the sight of all the little girls dancing, and the music...
Ah, the tales I could tell. I came home about 9:30 at night (12 hours after starting the job), sat down on a chair in the office where my parents worked at the computers, and began telling tales. Real-life anecdotes from the day, carefully selected so as not to give my parents a heart attack. Some were left out... or very broadly generalized...
My father promptly says to my mother, "Are you sure we should let her do this? It sounds like more than she can handle."
I'm thinking: Ha. You ain't heard nothin yet.
Well, this is not to say that these girls aren't the sweetest, cutest, and most pleasant children to work with--they are. They just happen to be challenging at times. Mostly by running in three directions at once. The situation grew rather alarming every now and again... I constantly worried about:
~one of them climbing the fence
~another going on a walk without asking me first
~someone getting into the cookie jar or the strawberry yogurt
etc.
:)
I kept them outside for most of the day. We took walks, played games out in the field behind their house, and played with the dog. Despite my best attempts to keep the house in some sort of order, it didn't look well when the parents got home. But the laundry was on the line, the dishes were washed, and everyone was still in one piece.
Babysitting is so much fun, after all.
If you want to hear the misc. horror stories (I have a whole portfolio of them from that day alone) ask me sometime. I don't post real-life stories of that nature online for all to read. :P
The rest of the days this week were spent doing school, reading, and sleeping.
**yawn**
Daylight Savings Time. What a bother.
Today: I was in nursery, as I mentioned sortof yesterday. I discovered that Mrs. K. and I like the same kind of needlework: NO KNITTING, lots of crocheting, Swedish weaving, and some embroidery.
Several assorted friends (you know who you are) have birthdays on April 9th, and some of us (including me) are taking the ACT that day. What a nasty coincidence. :(
Papa, CV, CO, Pearl, and I took a walk down to Lake Carl Blackwell this evening. The forest looks so beautiful this time of year: clear, slightly green, redbud trees in bloom. The path through the ravine (the Mountain Lion's Lair) was better than usual. We saw a Great Blue Heron.
Yesterday: Ruby, Perv and I did a bunch of gardening stuff. Planted zinnias, marigolds, MORE pansies (they'll die within a month or two, sadly enough, because Ruby just loves them), and some salvia. Nothing major. The flower bed along the front walk actually looks ALIVE, while some spots in some of the others are coming along. It's taken us quite awhile to even get this far.
Our Illinois trees taken from my grandmother's farm are still Illinois trees: Behind the Times. The walnuts actually have buds, while the redbud tree only BARELY has anything resembling a bud on it. They'll be up and running in two or three weeks. :P
Mama, Pearl and I went to...(probably shouldn't say exactly where)...and watched the Symphony Orchestra and Choir sing the Brahms Requiem. It was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I would have sung along with parts if I could. The orchestra was pretty tiny, the violin section pathetic (the wind section good, as typical in this State). But the choir sang beautifully.
The audience was amazingly respectful (compared to my current location's concert audience, not compared to a Krannert Center audience), though someone occasionally coughed. I'm struck by how many of the concert-goers are senior citizens. Like I noted at the Mozart Festival last spring, 90% or better of the audience must were over the age of 65. How I wish more young kids would enjoy beautiful music!
My guess is, however, that by the time I'm 65, most of my peers will enjoy going to classical music concerts as well. Age tends to mellow a person.
My bridesmaid dress is IN THE MAIL!! **excitement**
My mom signed my sisters up for TPS classes again. I'm taking...Rhet 2. And that's it, unless I can convince them that I MUST HAVE LATIN 3!!!! They think I already have enough to do next year, I already have enough Latin to pass highschool, and I can take the class at the university year after next.
I'm saying...but,but,but... it won't be the same!! I want to finish sooner than year after next! my memory will rust!
The decision is no rush because a place in Latin 3 doesn't fill up fast like it would in Latin 1--the only candidates for it are graduated Latin 2 students. I happen to know that there are quite enough slots in the class for me to get one, no matter how late I'm registered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ah, there is but one more tale to tell. Maybe it shouldn't be told here, but as I don't expect to get it emailed to all my friends and acquaintances, it's just as well.
On Tuesday I had an all-day babysitting job. Thus, Tuesday was a very interesting day. Because of this I actually participated in a ballet class (a first for me). I was helping a small girl out in her class, so I didn't do everything. But still!! I really loved the teacher, and the atmosphere, and the sight of all the little girls dancing, and the music...
Ah, the tales I could tell. I came home about 9:30 at night (12 hours after starting the job), sat down on a chair in the office where my parents worked at the computers, and began telling tales. Real-life anecdotes from the day, carefully selected so as not to give my parents a heart attack. Some were left out... or very broadly generalized...
My father promptly says to my mother, "Are you sure we should let her do this? It sounds like more than she can handle."
I'm thinking: Ha. You ain't heard nothin yet.
Well, this is not to say that these girls aren't the sweetest, cutest, and most pleasant children to work with--they are. They just happen to be challenging at times. Mostly by running in three directions at once. The situation grew rather alarming every now and again... I constantly worried about:
~one of them climbing the fence
~another going on a walk without asking me first
~someone getting into the cookie jar or the strawberry yogurt
etc.
:)
I kept them outside for most of the day. We took walks, played games out in the field behind their house, and played with the dog. Despite my best attempts to keep the house in some sort of order, it didn't look well when the parents got home. But the laundry was on the line, the dishes were washed, and everyone was still in one piece.
Babysitting is so much fun, after all.
If you want to hear the misc. horror stories (I have a whole portfolio of them from that day alone) ask me sometime. I don't post real-life stories of that nature online for all to read. :P
The rest of the days this week were spent doing school, reading, and sleeping.
**yawn**
Daylight Savings Time. What a bother.
posted by Unknown at 6:28 PM
2 Comments:
Ho ho, as far as the wind section is concerned. Did you notice that one of the flutists had a wooden flute?
Yeah, it's sad, most places you go (except here where we live), the concert audiences are all older. And here, they're only younger because the profs make their students attend the concerts, as you noted last night.
Sad.
But at least no one last night clapped between movements, even if there was a lot of coughing, which is usual at this time of year wherever you go.
Have fun babysitting!
No, I didn't notice the wooden flute. :( I could hardly see any of the wind players at all, from where I was sitting.
And as usual, I only noticed the violins. :P
Sam: you'll get your turn. Just you wait...how'd I get there? Some friends from church usually pick them up and take them home every week, so I just went along instead of the mother.
In fact, we lost a ballet shoe in the process. Careful attention wasn't quite enough, I guess. Long story.
If you were there, you'd have lost a shoe too. O_O
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