Rambly post alert: I’m curled up in the comfy chair I stole from our office, with the flush of my first semi-tan of the year on my skin, my eyes barely cracked open, my room looking like the aftermath of a tornado, my voice a cracking mess. This week has been a doozy! But today is Friday (at least, I think it is) and I write blog posts on Fridays. That I know.
I also know that it is one of my favorite days of the week because it is the day after my college assignments are due, and it is the day I get to cozy up to a computer keyboard and type for the sheer love of it. And so I do now, not because I must satisfy some bizarre first-born perfectionist requirement that I not miss a day of blogging, but because I love it and want to chat with you about my week!
Yesterday, I took my final exam of the semester. That in itself is enough to launch me into the Hallelujah Chorus, but then when I realize that I took my final exam in my final Bible course, I begin to hopelessly wonder what song could possibly express more elation than the Hallelujah Chorus! The end of college is finally in sight, and with just a few more music classes to go, I am pressing onward, eager to be done. Sentimentality nearly overcome me at ten to midnight last night when I was ready to press “send” on my last assignment, but then I remembered the craziness of today and recovered my pragmatism.
Today we had a mammoth garage sale involving nine families and grossing $867! Conversations in the sun, a run to Starbucks, time spent loving on babies, and quick mental math at the cash register all added up to a wonderful, albeit exhausting day! It was a lot of fun, although I somehow managed to spend away both Mikaela’s and my earnings and she came home with the grand total of 60 cents!
My final event of the week comes on Sunday, when Mikaela and I are performing in a piano recital with four other pianists to benefit a local Christian organization that ministers to the needy in our community. I am thrilled to be a part of it! Tomorrow I will be compulsively practicing and trying to figure out just what I am going to wear, and then on Sunday I will be wondering why in the world I decided to put myself through the trauma of performance! But talk to me on Monday, and all will be well, and I will be overjoyed. I’ll be telling my students at our practice recital, “See! I did it, so you can, too! And it wasn’t that bad, really. Just don’t compulsively practice the day before!”
My window is dark and my few hours of sleep and Starbucks frapuccino wore off hours ago, so I am going to wish you all a wonderful night! And no need to worry about my pinkish skin from the sun today, by the way—it is supposed to rain tomorrow, so I can breathe a sigh of relief and put worries of skin cancer behind me. From the strength of the sun today one might have thought it was spring already! Can you imagine?