Sunday, December 21, 2008
Low Key Sunday
Today this cold is better but I'm not well enough to go to church. I'm missing another music day since none of us here are going to be able to sing with the choir. Really, with our voices sounding so rough, they wouldn't want us there. Let alone contagion! Hope they have a complete group otherwise. The cello, music stand and music itself are still out, ready for me to practice. I do feel well enough to do that. My mind is beginning to get around the process, and hopefully the fingers will get more agile and accurate as time goes by. I trust in the work of learning, anyway. One really good thing with playing in a group is that other, more experienced, people make you feel almost good. Art is my biggest fan--he tells me everyday that I am getting a better sound. Love that encouragement from wherever it comes and he is so constant. My teacher was pleased with my progress and told the music director I will be ready very soon. Hope so. I love the thrill of improving through practice. It's harder to persevere through plateaus, as I know from previous experience, but that's not an issue yet. The woman who lent me her old cello has also let me purchase an easier lesson series which starts out with open strings, and uses the actual staff. There does not have to be a transition from numbers to the real thing. Since she is a school music teacher part time, she has tried a lot of them and this one has worked best for her. I like it very much; still I'm planning on switching back and forth during this time when there are no rehearsals. I think I can learn from both books. Christmas has never been so far off my radar. Good thing Chris and his family are planning the Christmas Eve festivities. They always make it a highlight of the season. We have a few pre-made food items for Christmas breakfast. I still have to address cards. (Will they get there on time? Maybe or maybe not!) Our decorations are in a cupboard so high that we haven't even tried to get them down. We have a few nativity sets and an artificial tree which is up year-round. Never thought I'd be so lackadaisical but this year it has to be okay. I know the day itself will be fine and hopefully we will try to remember to feel the spirit of Christmas year-round.
Friday, December 19, 2008
New Horizons Orchestra
Today is the day I would have been attempting to play the cello part on four out of twenty-eight Christmas pieces in the first concert for this new orchestra. But I have a cold and can't be there.
This is how I happen to be a part of this group. I have had a secret wish to be able to really and truly play the cello. In high school, our band teacher, Mr. Cox, wanted to start an orchestra and since there were two cellos belonging to the school, my friend Gerrie Taylor and I decided to jump in and give it a try. I don't remember taking the cello home to practice and much of what we did must have been open string, but it was a fun experience and I loved the sound, especially when it was played as well as I heard on records. Of course, we never got even close to that level! My memory is pretty shaky on the details but I think the teacher left after that year so we didn't continue. About 3 or 4 years ago I heard that there was something starting up in the Provo area for adult beginning string players. I even contemplated busing down but it didn't seem feasible at the time. This fall, there was an article in our little Midvale paper telling about the same program having been started in here in Midvale, of all places. One morning as I was lying in bed thinking about it I had quite a breath-taking confirmation that let me know I was to do this. It was very strong, like a testimony experience. Even though the group was nearly through with the semester, I decided to check it out. I went to the violin shop which is partially sponsering and it was suggested that I just go and observe. I was hooked almost immediately. Another cellist was there for the first time. She volunteered an old cello she owned as a loaner to me, since I didn't have an instrument. The adventure has gone on from there. During rehearsals, I have had two private lessons from a fellow who works at the shop. He is a good and patient teacher and encourages me. I love to practice and have even begun to tentatively play a little bit with the orchestra. We only have 15 members so far but I believe it will grow. I am excited to be a part but sort of bummed about not being able to practice yesterday and play in the concert tonight. Oh, well. I will be much more prepared next time. To be continued...
This is how I happen to be a part of this group. I have had a secret wish to be able to really and truly play the cello. In high school, our band teacher, Mr. Cox, wanted to start an orchestra and since there were two cellos belonging to the school, my friend Gerrie Taylor and I decided to jump in and give it a try. I don't remember taking the cello home to practice and much of what we did must have been open string, but it was a fun experience and I loved the sound, especially when it was played as well as I heard on records. Of course, we never got even close to that level! My memory is pretty shaky on the details but I think the teacher left after that year so we didn't continue. About 3 or 4 years ago I heard that there was something starting up in the Provo area for adult beginning string players. I even contemplated busing down but it didn't seem feasible at the time. This fall, there was an article in our little Midvale paper telling about the same program having been started in here in Midvale, of all places. One morning as I was lying in bed thinking about it I had quite a breath-taking confirmation that let me know I was to do this. It was very strong, like a testimony experience. Even though the group was nearly through with the semester, I decided to check it out. I went to the violin shop which is partially sponsering and it was suggested that I just go and observe. I was hooked almost immediately. Another cellist was there for the first time. She volunteered an old cello she owned as a loaner to me, since I didn't have an instrument. The adventure has gone on from there. During rehearsals, I have had two private lessons from a fellow who works at the shop. He is a good and patient teacher and encourages me. I love to practice and have even begun to tentatively play a little bit with the orchestra. We only have 15 members so far but I believe it will grow. I am excited to be a part but sort of bummed about not being able to practice yesterday and play in the concert tonight. Oh, well. I will be much more prepared next time. To be continued...
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Untagged But Playing Anyway
I wasn't actually tagged but these were ideas on a blog I read recently, so here's another list posting.
10 years ago I was...
Snacks I enjoy...
Swirl pops, Healthy Choice or Swiss Miss Chocolate Ice cream bars, graham crackers with jam, popcorn. That's all I care to confess today.
Places I've vacationed...
England, Wales, NYC, Colorado, San Diego, Yellowstone and see above*.
Pet peeves...
Having a cold, trying to put things away when I haven't decided where they belong. being told what to do, books or movies with excess violence and/or sex, not being accepted or understood & the times I forget to be grateful for what I do have.
Things that bring me joy...
Going to our grandkids activities, hearing the little kids sing quietly along with Steffi's school orchestra, playing the piano or cello, working with my hands, laughter, listening to birds, and all the other things I have on my 100 favorite thing list, plus more!
Anyone else want to share?
10 years ago I was...
getting acquainted with toddler Stephanie, getting ready to celebrate age 62, re-evaluating my life's direction, still integrating the experience of visiting NYC, going on spontaneous trips* to Cedar City or Moab with (mostly) our daughters.
The to do list...
Doing what I can to get over the first cold I've had in over two years, Christmas gifts wrapped,addressing and mailing cards, I hope. (At least they are all made.) And then hopefully, practicing on my loaner cello, putting laundry away, and most important, Taking a nap!
Snacks I enjoy...
Swirl pops, Healthy Choice or Swiss Miss Chocolate Ice cream bars, graham crackers with jam, popcorn. That's all I care to confess today.
Places I've vacationed...
England, Wales, NYC, Colorado, San Diego, Yellowstone and see above*.
Jobs I've had...
Kindergarten teacher, child care, picking peaches, baby-sitting, sada fountain at drug store, delivering phone books, delivering newspapers
Pet peeves...
Having a cold, trying to put things away when I haven't decided where they belong. being told what to do, books or movies with excess violence and/or sex, not being accepted or understood & the times I forget to be grateful for what I do have.
Things that bring me joy...
Going to our grandkids activities, hearing the little kids sing quietly along with Steffi's school orchestra, playing the piano or cello, working with my hands, laughter, listening to birds, and all the other things I have on my 100 favorite thing list, plus more!
Anyone else want to share?
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Update on Baby Evy
Evy is home! She has gone from 1 lb. 3 oz. to 6 lbs. 10 oz. and growing! All seems to be well with her except a little more eye development is needed. Keep up the prayers!
Playing with Words
My friend and I walk today,
the path drowsy with threatened rain,
bushes flattered into aspen brightness
or avocado-skin green, briers brown
as leather, crowding west toward
a white fence pointing the way
to the distant Cinderella highway.
When Joan dropped me off after our walk she said, Go write a poem. This is a five minute draft, not off the subject technique or other layers. I have no idea how it will or will not develop. My walking partner, Joan, is in Colorado with her son's family now. Anyway, this post is weeks after that walk. Whoops, there is more...
A pied-billed grebe disappears
in murky stream, waters low,
a stop sign surrounded by dry bushes
appears for us to puzzle over until we remember
high water in spring, low bridge ahead.
Concrete tunnel beneath the road
echoes with our footsteps
and a Halloween screech.
Downstream, the grebe emerges
shakes a drop from its bill
and submerges again.
I forgot that I had added on to the thing so I guess it was more like 15 minute draft. It needs a lot more revision but it is a start. Thanks Joan, for the challenge. You do that for me a lot and I appreciate your caring.
the path drowsy with threatened rain,
bushes flattered into aspen brightness
or avocado-skin green, briers brown
as leather, crowding west toward
a white fence pointing the way
to the distant Cinderella highway.
When Joan dropped me off after our walk she said, Go write a poem. This is a five minute draft, not off the subject technique or other layers. I have no idea how it will or will not develop. My walking partner, Joan, is in Colorado with her son's family now. Anyway, this post is weeks after that walk. Whoops, there is more...
A pied-billed grebe disappears
in murky stream, waters low,
a stop sign surrounded by dry bushes
appears for us to puzzle over until we remember
high water in spring, low bridge ahead.
Concrete tunnel beneath the road
echoes with our footsteps
and a Halloween screech.
Downstream, the grebe emerges
shakes a drop from its bill
and submerges again.
I forgot that I had added on to the thing so I guess it was more like 15 minute draft. It needs a lot more revision but it is a start. Thanks Joan, for the challenge. You do that for me a lot and I appreciate your caring.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Eight is Enough?
Can't believe it's been so long since I posted. How easy to get out of a habit, even a good one. Thanks to Kimberlee (again) I decided I would write today. Her tag makes it easier to get with it!
8 TV shows I love to watch...
Jon and Kate plus 8
Little People
The O'Reilly Factor
Professional Bull Riding
Joseph Smith Papers
Any Jazz game or tennis broadcasts
American Experience
Keeping Up Appearances
I watch HGTV, Create, and PBS programs, too. I used to watch American Choppers. I could never figure out why I was so fascinated by it. My favorite was a week when they were tearing down their old garage and moving to a new one. They drove into sheetrock partitions, crashed around like crazy with stuff flying around like an explosion. I laughed my head off. I didn't like the way relationships were handled but I did like seeing the soft side of the dad. The language finally got to be too much and it was broadcast somewhat late, so I gave up watching it.
8 things that happened yesterday...
I went to the dentist and got a way to go, keep on doing what you are doing.
We had hot dogs and Bush beans last night for dinner.
I was still cutting 6 inch squares for I Spy quilts.
I didn't find athletic shoes at Nordstrom Rack because I am fussy about fit.
I picked up a gorgeous red maple leaf in the parking lot. (Love the smell of autumn!)
I read two pages of Dick Francis' new book, Silk, before I feel asleep.
Art showed me a weather site on his computer.
I got a book in the mail from PaperBackSwap.com. It was mailed from Syracuse Utah.
8 places I love to eat...
El Farol, Fazoli's, Sweet Tomatoes, Golden Corral (Saturday breakfast), Chuck-a-Rama, Poetry party potluck at Marillyn Johnson's, (how's that for alliteration?) Navajo tacos at BYU food court, and Lone Star. Oh, I forgot hamburgers, fries and shakes at Woody's. Just plain old food!
8 things I look forward to...
Going to a memory writing class taught by my cousin Carol.
Maybe playing the cello again if my arthritic shoulders will cooperate.
Thanksgiving at Kimberly's.
Helping Alyssa's little dog Cupid know I am his friend.
Making new Christmas memories.
Having Nick, Brittany and Stephanie over.
Going to NYC in January to visit my dear friend Royce.
Getting acquainted with Evy after flu season is over.
That's it. And thanks again Kimberlee for the motivation to get on this blog again!
8 TV shows I love to watch...
Jon and Kate plus 8
Little People
The O'Reilly Factor
Professional Bull Riding
Joseph Smith Papers
Any Jazz game or tennis broadcasts
American Experience
Keeping Up Appearances
I watch HGTV, Create, and PBS programs, too. I used to watch American Choppers. I could never figure out why I was so fascinated by it. My favorite was a week when they were tearing down their old garage and moving to a new one. They drove into sheetrock partitions, crashed around like crazy with stuff flying around like an explosion. I laughed my head off. I didn't like the way relationships were handled but I did like seeing the soft side of the dad. The language finally got to be too much and it was broadcast somewhat late, so I gave up watching it.
8 things that happened yesterday...
I went to the dentist and got a way to go, keep on doing what you are doing.
We had hot dogs and Bush beans last night for dinner.
I was still cutting 6 inch squares for I Spy quilts.
I didn't find athletic shoes at Nordstrom Rack because I am fussy about fit.
I picked up a gorgeous red maple leaf in the parking lot. (Love the smell of autumn!)
I read two pages of Dick Francis' new book, Silk, before I feel asleep.
Art showed me a weather site on his computer.
I got a book in the mail from PaperBackSwap.com. It was mailed from Syracuse Utah.
8 places I love to eat...
El Farol, Fazoli's, Sweet Tomatoes, Golden Corral (Saturday breakfast), Chuck-a-Rama, Poetry party potluck at Marillyn Johnson's, (how's that for alliteration?) Navajo tacos at BYU food court, and Lone Star. Oh, I forgot hamburgers, fries and shakes at Woody's. Just plain old food!
8 things I look forward to...
Going to a memory writing class taught by my cousin Carol.
Maybe playing the cello again if my arthritic shoulders will cooperate.
Thanksgiving at Kimberly's.
Helping Alyssa's little dog Cupid know I am his friend.
Making new Christmas memories.
Having Nick, Brittany and Stephanie over.
Going to NYC in January to visit my dear friend Royce.
Getting acquainted with Evy after flu season is over.
That's it. And thanks again Kimberlee for the motivation to get on this blog again!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
"To A Hip Couple"
This is what one of our fun friends wrote on a little card to be put in the guest book at our anniversary party. I guess it's true. We also thought of our old notion that this party gave a whole new meaning to "Hip, Hip, Hooray!" The party was so much better than we even imagined. And it was wonderful to be able to walk around without limping. There was a steady stream of our friends and relatives and everything was taken care of by someone else! We felt so blessed. Once in a while we even caught ourself looking around at what we needed to do but there wasn't anything except to visit and feel grateful. One of the special things for us was getting to see the friends of our children. We realized again that everybody has a special place in our heart. Another thing that struck me was how comfortable people were and how much like a reunion it was. I really enjoyed watching people visit with each other. The thought also kept coming to me that there were those who were not able to come who were sending love our way. It's hard to describe what a good experience we had. Thanks to everyone!
