Things of note, of late:
• My favorite checker at the grocery has the very best sequined Santa hat I've ever seen. She love to wear it. And she looks cute in it. (I'd be w-a-y too hot!)
• I went for a short walk on Sunday afternoon. The sky was so breathtaking along the trail I had to just capture what I was seeing so I wouldn't forget.
• Today's wind about blew me through the parking lot from the grocery to my car. I often get earaches from the wind; I dislike it so.
• Am roped into playing for choir practice on Saturday, the day before the performance. (Thank heavens I don't have to play for the program!) I have lots of thoughts (issues) with this. But I just couldn't bring myself to say no. There are a multiplicity of reasons to say no. But I couldn't. That means I've spent lots of time at the piano playing songs I dislike and can't seem to master. (Am surprised that there are Christmas songs that I dislike. But so many of them are inappropriate for Sacrament meeting. These are not what I would choose to sing in that meeting. My age is definitely showing.)
• I am so sad that The Husband just can't seem to recover from this cold/whatever-it-is that is keeping him coughing and sniffling and having what seems like one continuous nosebleed. It meant we had to cancel our trip to Idaho for our granddaughter's graduation. And that was further sadness. I'm a bit relieved that we don't have to travel so far in the weather that's going to be slamming our area. We didn't cancel the hotel room in enough time to get a refund (kept hoping we'd be able to go), but that's a small price to pay if it means The Husband can recover a bit more.
• This morning I remembered to watch the sky on the morning walk. I actually saw two shooting stars from the Geminid meteor shower. I never (that I remember) saw one of these until we moved to this house. Maybe that's about the time I became a bit interested in them. Whatever the reason, I still am so delighted when I catch sight of one streaking across the sky. This morning's sighting might be the last as they'll be done in a couple days. So happy it happened.
• Christmas is small this year. Our loved ones won't be getting much from us compared to years past. I keep reminding myself that it doesn't matter, it's just a small token of our love. Hopefully others will feel the same. Christmas is a season that is rife with expectations, disappointments and hopes sometimes met. It's complicated for sure. And no two families celebrate the same. Our past spending is definitely different than some around us.
• I was finally heard. I think. Sunday they put in an additional ward organist. I rarely put my foot down and I rarely tell anyone no. (That's beginning to feel like a burden: the inability to say no to people, especially when I really want to.) But when we went in for tithing settlement I told the Bishop that since both the other organists are moving, that is leaving me to do it all the time and I just can't do it anymore. So, as of this moment, January will find us - still (because of the new addition) - with three organists. The rumor is there's another one in the works (though I know how much he travels and am not sure how often he'll be around to do it). So when the current sister moves, there might still be three. I'm counting on it.
I often hear (about the organ and church music in general), "But you're so good at it". Which may or may not be true. But what it does tell me is that people just don't understand. And as much as I try to explain, they still don't get it. There are a few sentences that I wish to never hear again in my lifetime and the one about the music "but, you're so good at it" would definitely be at the top of the list. It isn't helpful at all, even though I want to think that's the intent. I'm beginning to wonder if perhaps the only way forward is to begin to say no.
• And on that note (see what I did there?) I'm feeling a bit sad. Was invited to accompany someone I care about for a last minute musical number this coming Sunday in another ward. Again, the organ responsibility conflicts and makes it hard for me to be in two places at once. I fear I've disappointed. Some days it feels like that's all I do is disappoint people.
• Our neighbors stopped by with what seems to be a tradition now - since last year and COVID. A bottle of sparkling drink (which maybe we'll save for New Year's) topped with a roll of toilet paper, complete with knit hat and disposable (I might actually use it) face mask.
• Last week we had a visit from our granddaughter (and her husband) and the two great-grands. Cute little kids. My favorite part was the end when the 2 year old was buckled safely in his car seat with the window open as his Dad started backing out of the driveway and he was waving and saying, "had a great time".
• I missed yoga on friday. Two days a week is barely enough to keep me going, so I really notice and feel it when I miss a day. Was going to have to miss it tomorrow because we were going to be gone. Now, maybe I'll get to go. Might be snowing, but I'll brave the 2 mile drive because I really need to feel a bit better.
And we're almost to the end of the year. I wonder what next year will bring? I'd love to have another European river cruise. Or a great lakes cruise. Or even a trip to the beach. We keep talking about how we definitely want to do at least that this coming year. But with the way travel / COVID / etc. is changing all the time the one thing I do know is that I don't want a repeat of last year. It was pretty crushing to me to have our special trip postponed. And we barely managed to squeak it in this year before they started locking things down again. I'll be ever grateful we got to go. I hope it's not the last time.
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