A choir I am a part of will be singing in two weeks at our lovely state capital building. After having practiced for four months, we are heading into crunch time and sang for two hours yesterday. A long time for a once-a-week singer!
Anyhow, as we were racing through songs and repeating and dissecting, we all got tired and a wee hoarse. But we sounded great. And we were cracking jokes and harassing our director (as often as possible!). Standing there I realized what it was to be a choir nerd. I know that 20 years from now I will remember that feeling of 'group' and tell my nieces and nephews the jokes that they won't get and I will laugh.
I feel as though I have earned the right to say "This one time at choir practice..."
It's official. We are choir nerds. Love it!
Foggy Beaches
Just returned from four glorious days on the lovely south coast of Texas. 85, breezy, no crowds, gaudy sunsets and great pizza. What more could I want? Now, I often laugh at others who say that Texas is too hot. I love the heat. 95 is great! And 105 is even better. You sure cannot beat 85 degrees, a tan and the salty air in November.
One day we were caught on the island by fog. It was a heavy, wet fog that sat like a hovering mama chicken on the island all day. Walking on the beach was like taking a shower. The air was dripping from our hair and people and buildings would emerge from the milky abyss only to slide back into it. It was as if the world had been washed away and only we had survived.
Driving back home through Houston is hell, of course, when you hit it at rush hour. And I am reminded that the world is not all surf and cloudy beaches. There are the bombs that blast life away in Jordan. There is hatred and malice. But in all the dreary fog of this world, I see the beauty, the love and the mystery. I know that every cloud is not doom. Sometimes it is just the foggy blanket that is hiding the world from view.
One day we were caught on the island by fog. It was a heavy, wet fog that sat like a hovering mama chicken on the island all day. Walking on the beach was like taking a shower. The air was dripping from our hair and people and buildings would emerge from the milky abyss only to slide back into it. It was as if the world had been washed away and only we had survived.
Driving back home through Houston is hell, of course, when you hit it at rush hour. And I am reminded that the world is not all surf and cloudy beaches. There are the bombs that blast life away in Jordan. There is hatred and malice. But in all the dreary fog of this world, I see the beauty, the love and the mystery. I know that every cloud is not doom. Sometimes it is just the foggy blanket that is hiding the world from view.
Constitutional Amendments, again?
All those years ago, when our Constitution was written, it was good. Today it is still good. And now we, as the American public, have the right to vote on changes to our constitution that involve mundane things such as paying billions of dollars to move private railroad lines. Come on people!
Let's get our heads thinking on the real problems (abortion rates, drug usage, murder, 11th graders who still cannot read) and allow companies to realize that they can take care of themselves without making the American public pay for it all.
Why on earth change a good thing (our Constitution, for example) to get a large group of people to fork over more money to a small group of folks? And if we would just stick to our laws, both legal and moral, we wouldn't have to change our Constitution. When are we going to finally understand that?
Let's get our heads thinking on the real problems (abortion rates, drug usage, murder, 11th graders who still cannot read) and allow companies to realize that they can take care of themselves without making the American public pay for it all.
Why on earth change a good thing (our Constitution, for example) to get a large group of people to fork over more money to a small group of folks? And if we would just stick to our laws, both legal and moral, we wouldn't have to change our Constitution. When are we going to finally understand that?
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