Saturday, December 23, 2006

Pachelbel Rant

Me too!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

So, so tired.

I am so, so tired.

The third trimester has come in like a lion, and will probably go out like a screaming heebie-jeebie. What's a screaming heebie-jeebie? Just a little nickname my mom had for my sister and me when we were kids. Those were good years.

Overdid it a little bit today. I had to sort the newsletters for mailing at work, and that involved a lot of bending over and a little lifting, although I got my office neighbor to help with much of the lifting. Between that and interviewing my replacements, it's been a pretty busy day.

Things are winding down at the j.o.b. I hope to be out of here by the middle of January so I can kick ass on a few more client assignments and get ready for baby. I plan to spend my last six weeks sipping tea in pajama pants.

Oh! My guitar teacher gave me "More than Words" to learn. It is totally awesome. I've been playing it lots for the past few days. Dave is about to kick me in the head.

Well, back to work.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Encountered

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

Albert Einstein

Friday, December 01, 2006

Recital update

So I had that guitar recital last week.

It was an okay recital. I played Merrily Kissed the Quaker, which went fine.

During Dave's set, we were to play two duets, and then he was playing a Rick Ruskin number. The first song was called Acoustic Alchemy - kind of a new-agey number. It was sounding pretty good before the recital, but we had problems with the amp. To add insult to injury, my first string (high E) broke just before the recital started, so I had a new one on there. Of course, it had to slip right at the beginning of the song. I played through. Lots of not-so-right notes, and it wasn't even my fingers! Oh well.

On the second duet (kind of a jazzy number where I was comping for Dave), I totally lost my place. I told Dave to just keep going if I got lost, and he listened! I managed to jump back in near the end.

So I'm feeling a little bad - like I screwed up Dave's part. But he, of course, is not mad at me. Because he's not really capable of that, sweet thing that he is.

My shoes and rings are tight and all I can do is sleep. Hello third trimester! :)