Last night I went to bed inside because
it was so late and I wanted to be sure to hear my alarm ring. I
slept well, and it might have been because of all the 5-HTP I took
today. I had the window open and it sounded like a quiet night out
there.
I got up this morning and checked on
the alarm. It was 7:59. So I went back to bed to listen, wondering
if the open window would drown it out. But it did not. I turned on
the router and the laptop. I practiced my trombone using the one
piece I worked on yesterday. I looked at the other piece, but there
was nothing to go on to fill in the blanks. I got the laundry up
from the basement. I exercised, and took my supplements. I checked
e-mail and made breakfast. I read about the benefits of kale and
wondered why I haven't planted any yet. I have the seed packet
sitting on the counter in the kitchen. I watched part of an X-File
episode again, looking for the x at the bottom of the screen that
indicated a deleted scene. This time I found it. I listened to an
audio designed to put one into a zen state. Before it was over, I
realized that my time was growing short. I took a shower and dressed
for church. I packed up my trombone and its stand and put them in
the car. As I drove, the song “Get me to the church on time”
came into my head. I could not remember the original words, so I
wrote my own.
“I'm playing trombone in the
morning,
ding dong the phone alarm will ring.
E-mail will miss me, neighbors will SHH
me,
but get me to the church on time.”
And I did get to the church on time.
In fact, it was like being early because the adult Sunday school
class had not yet vacated the sanctuary where we (the praise band)
needed to practice. When they did, we set up and practiced the first
song. It went ok, but the soloist was missing because he did not get
the memo about practicing. Then we practiced the second song. I
sang but did not play. That went well. Then we all sat in the
roped-off section for the service. My trombone sat on its stand next
to me. We performed the first song when the choir usually does its
anthem. For the first time, my part sounded like it fit the song. I
was happy with it. But my heart was thudding afterward. Then we sang
the second song during communion. After the service, I got a lot of
compliments. Even Art Miller said it and he strongly prefers
traditional music. But he liked the glissando at the end. Tim asked
me to consider taking over the financial secretary job (counting
money). As I handed in my 2015 giving slip to Art Lange, I offered
to help him count any time. Then I put my trombone in the car and
drove to Publix. I got the usual groceries along with something
labeled “Yellow Yam”. As I walked out to the car, I was over
come with a feeling of optimism and high energy that I have not felt
in years. I attributed it to something new I am doing or ingesting
this week. I came home to put the groceries away and change my
clothes. I ate some fermented cabbage, and tried the new kind of
cheese. It was incredibly salty and I could not eat it. I found a
piece of fabric to back the dove pulpit cloth. I pinned it on. Then
I auditioned several fabric for binding. I chose one and cut the
strips and sewed them together. I ironed it in half and sewed it
onto the edges of the quilt. I was taking a chance binding it before
quilting it. But it was after two. I packed it with thread and
scissors in a tote and drove to the group that meets in a storage
building. While I hand-sewed the binding down, we talked and
commiserated, and teased. We had a good time. One by one, we packed
up and went home. I left with the last of them. I came home to have
a bite to eat. Chris sent me an e-mail to go to the rental agent,
asking for my thoughts. I sent him my version of it for his
approval. Then we skyped for awhile. I got concerned that the
rental agent would not have time to approve our e-mail (necessary for
legal purposes) so I sent my version to her before Chris sent back
his thoughts. She did not respond so I hope she got it. I went
downstairs to join the ends of the binding so I can finish the
hand-sewing at some point. Then I came up to check e-mail. I got a
confirmation e-mail from Chris. I tried to get into our health care
site, but it would not accept the data I gave it. I will have to
call them tomorrow. Then I called my dad to see how he was doing. I
wrote to my blog and went to bed.
* This is a raffle quilt that another guild made and displayed at our meeting *
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