As much as I love going on an adventure, I crave days that are full of pure ordinariness. Chopping up an apple, appreciating the texture of this felted tweed yarn, being able to buy flowers at the store, scrubbing the kitchen sinks, making a to-do list for the weekend, savoring a spicy chai tea latte, and watching the sun go down at the end of it all.
Today was that kind of day. And it was lovely. Do you know Janalea Hoffman? I listened to her "musical accupuncture" CD today when I was knitting in front of the fireplace. Highly recommended if you are into that kind of thing. Which I am.
There was a delightful (and not one bit frightful) barbershop quartet at Angie's place recently. The music totally captivated her.
One of my favorite things about Christmas is the music. I have a lot of Christmas pageants, folk choir Christmas masses, and high school holiday concerts in my past. That means I can harmonize to lots of songs and there is nothing I like better than singing along with Garth Brooks to "Silent Night" or to "The First Noel" with Suzy Bogus. If either of them realized how much the addition of my alto part added to their performances they would likely re-record that old Christmas from the 90's CD - and include me of course.
My sister is coming tomorrow. I am going to talk her into singing a Christmas carol with me to post on the blog for the 25th.
I'll just be here waiting for Santa and trying to decide if Mary Ann would prefer to do Hark the Herald Angels Sing or The Little Drummer boy. If this never materializes you know it's because she put the kibosh on it.
The Kansas state fiddling and picking contest was held this past weekend in Lawrence. We stopped by to have a listen. August in the park, under the shade of some big old trees, listening to music. As Ray Moss would say... you can't beat that with a stick.
We were not the only ones out enjoying the day. Did I mention there was no admission fee?
My hands down favorite part of the day was watching the youth fiddling competition.
The kids I watched were great AND they looked like they were enjoying themselves. I loved that they could march right up and perform in bare feet and a t-shirt or their fanciest skirt and barette. If I had a child I would take them right down to the fiddling and picking school and get them enrolled. I can't remember when I have ever been as completely delighted by a group of performers.