March 10, 2011

• "Oh, thinkin' about our younger years..."

  Listening to Brandi Carlile's cover of "Heaven," munching on the last of my asiago cheese bagel, and wondering if it is going to be one of those days that feels about 19 hours long when it is really only 9.

  I finished my Psych of Sexuality class, and got an A. GO ME! (I'm trying to celebrate my accomplishments, even if, as many people have told me, they are not surprised about them or it was "expected".) I think people mean this as a compliment, like they had faith in my brains, but sometimes it's like the hard work that earned me that A is taken for granted, as though it just magically appeared because I'm smart. People mean well, though.

  Now my Pandora station has surprised me with "The Winner Is" by Danna/Devotchka (from the Little Miss Sunshine soundtrack). It's both sad and happy, and both lovely and quirky. I frequently feel the same way about...life, everything.

  The music has shifted to the Beach Boys' "God Only Knows What I'd Be Without You." I'm trying really, really hard not to sing along at my desk. I love listening to music at work, but I also love singing, and I'm constantly having to restrain myself from bursting into song. This is yet another reason why working at home would be a million times better than working in a stuffy, tiny cubicle in an old government building where my window view is of an old folks' home and the noise coming from the alley below usually includes bum fights and drunk, crazy people hollering at the imaginary people in their heads.

  Speaking of music, I'm adoring choir, and can't believe I let myself wait this long to get involved in music again. Maybe I didn't have the confidence to audition, or the self-awareness to know that music is a passion, an outlet, and something I not only want but need in my life. To get in good with the group, I joined the music advisory committee, which chooses the music that will be performed each season. It should be lots of fun, and I love having a voice in that type of thing.

  Three Dog Night has taken over with "Mama Told Me (Not to Come)," and I'm head bobbing and foot tapping away as I type and try to figure out how to fill the rest of my day with actual work. I'm not the type to sit around and be on Facebook all day if there is real work to be done, and I'm killer at inventing projects for myself and going the extra mile, but at some point there really is nothing else to do for awhile.

  Oh dear, now it's "I Love You a Bushel and a Peck" from Guys and Dolls. Must...sing...along. We sang this in my high school choir, and I loved it. I wonder if we'll do a musicals season with my choir? Since I'm on the music committee, now I can find out.

  Now that's more like it. Billie Holiday is singing me home with "If the Moon Turns Green." I have a plan for the next 7 hours, I think. Wish me luck. Oh, and I'll need double luck, since I'm taking my cat to the vet tonight and she HATES her carrier, the car, and me when it's all over. Sigh.

  Happy Thursday, friends.

  • 12:18 pm
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