I did a fair amount of piano work - practicing for our Relief Society meeting at our local Care Center. It comes around to our ward to do Sacrament Meeting and RS / Priesthood meeting for the patients there about every three years or so. It feels like I've been there a bit. Our daughter was asked to play the opening and closing hymns on the piano, I was invited to play a piano solo and accompany a couple sisters who sang. I wanted to be really prepared because I remember that the piano over there is somewhat lacking in quality / maintenance.
So I practiced a lot. At least it felt like a lot. I practiced until my back protested too much to sit on the bench for another minute. I wanted to be as note-perfect as I could be.
Sigh.
Came away feeling somewhat disappointed in my efforts. I made quite a few mistakes. And the sisters I accompanied? The mother/grandmother was there to hear them. She's a classically trained from famous schools musician. She intimidates me. I get so nervous about playing in front of people already and then discovered she was there and was even more so. So, yes. Not my best. I keep reminding myself that it's an offering of service to Heavenly Father.
I went to the eye dr. for a follow-up on my eye pressure after the ($189) eye drops. Success! The pressure is down where the dr. wanted it. The downside? I have to keep using the drops. We'll be actively searching for a cheaper substitute for this if I'm going to be doing it for the long term. Eventually I'll have cataract surgery and that will make a big difference. But I'm not quite ready for that yet, even though the one cataract is bothersome. I'm so grateful for my prescription sunglasses.
Came across this article this morning, liked what the author had to say.
We got to see our son, his wife, and the little guy on Saturday. Didn't get to spend quite as much time with them as we'd have liked, but it was warmth and happiness to my heart to receive hugs from them all. We came home with fresh eggs. And the happy memory of the way the little guy ran (yes he was literally running) to greet us, arms outstretched and grinning large.
Today I'm grateful for insurance to help pay for things that seem to crop up a tad more now that we're "elderly". I'm grateful for walks in the sunshine -whether the sun is rising or setting - the sun feels like a heavenly smile. I'm grateful for comfy shoes, for people who say goodbye with a hug when they're on their last Sunday at church and for my own washing machine. And for being able to make a trip to the library to find something good to read.
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