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Sep. 14th, 2007 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42This makes me happy. I'm not exactly a fan of Amish isolationism, but I can understand it. It's so much easier to keep to your values when you are in a community that shares them with little or no access to the communities that don't.
What also makes me happy is the statement: "...forgiveness is a journey, that you need help from your community of faith and from God ... to make and hold on to a decision not to become a hostage to hostility. It is understood that hostility destroys community." (Emphasis mine.)
Um... I'm glad I picked up last night before going to bed (at an obscene hour), because about fifteen minutes after I turned off my light, Babe got up and rushed downstairs to sleep on the couch. I'm glad the path was clear for him to do so.
It's been cool all week. That's been heavenly.
Babe ate yesterday. He actually asked for protein-rich foods! This makes me very, very happy. And his cough is getting better, too. Not gone yet, but better.
Geoff might be home tonight, though he might decide to wait till Saturday morning. Either way, I'll be happy to see him.
I received my birthday present from my sister. It'll make finishing the patio much, much easier. Financially. Physically, it's still going to be a back breaker (and oh, how I hope to get out there today!)
I've mailed out three of the PIF gifts. Whee! I might be able to get to the post office today to mail the fourth, but if not today, then tomorrow or Monday. And if Monday, then perhaps I will have the fifth ready to mail as well!
Choir. It's good to be singing again, even if I am useless at it.
On the not so good side... I'm embarrassed. If you didn't realize this already, I am a social retard. Comes from lack of practice.
At choir, we were practicing our parts (well, we hopeless second sops were), and before we went over our notes, the choir director had emphasized the point of the need to pause between two words, whether for breath or not.
Um, well, when we went through our part, he didn't pause. I pointed it out. Loudly.
*dies by faux pas*
He's a nice sort, and he had, erm, kind of put me on the spot after I asked a question on an earlier piece, but omg. He does so well at not putting any of us on the spot (except for the altos, but he tries to keep even that to a minimum). And the thing that gets me is that I didn't even think about it until yesterday, a full day after rehearsal.
Yes, this is a mild thing to be mortally embarrassed about, but... I am. I actually feel slightly ill about it. I intend to apologize today.
What also makes me happy is the statement: "...forgiveness is a journey, that you need help from your community of faith and from God ... to make and hold on to a decision not to become a hostage to hostility. It is understood that hostility destroys community." (Emphasis mine.)
Um... I'm glad I picked up last night before going to bed (at an obscene hour), because about fifteen minutes after I turned off my light, Babe got up and rushed downstairs to sleep on the couch. I'm glad the path was clear for him to do so.
It's been cool all week. That's been heavenly.
Babe ate yesterday. He actually asked for protein-rich foods! This makes me very, very happy. And his cough is getting better, too. Not gone yet, but better.
Geoff might be home tonight, though he might decide to wait till Saturday morning. Either way, I'll be happy to see him.
I received my birthday present from my sister. It'll make finishing the patio much, much easier. Financially. Physically, it's still going to be a back breaker (and oh, how I hope to get out there today!)
I've mailed out three of the PIF gifts. Whee! I might be able to get to the post office today to mail the fourth, but if not today, then tomorrow or Monday. And if Monday, then perhaps I will have the fifth ready to mail as well!
Choir. It's good to be singing again, even if I am useless at it.
On the not so good side... I'm embarrassed. If you didn't realize this already, I am a social retard. Comes from lack of practice.
At choir, we were practicing our parts (well, we hopeless second sops were), and before we went over our notes, the choir director had emphasized the point of the need to pause between two words, whether for breath or not.
Um, well, when we went through our part, he didn't pause. I pointed it out. Loudly.
*dies by faux pas*
He's a nice sort, and he had, erm, kind of put me on the spot after I asked a question on an earlier piece, but omg. He does so well at not putting any of us on the spot (except for the altos, but he tries to keep even that to a minimum). And the thing that gets me is that I didn't even think about it until yesterday, a full day after rehearsal.
Yes, this is a mild thing to be mortally embarrassed about, but... I am. I actually feel slightly ill about it. I intend to apologize today.
