A Vacation Post

This evening Aaron took me to the NH Philharmonic's Christmas concert at the Palace Theater in Manchester as a birthday present. 'Twas great fun to sing with some good old fashioned carols, watch Gov. Lynch conduct (His conducting was comparable to his governing, but more amusing to watch.), and catch up with my old violin teacher and friends from orchestra. (It took my teacher a minute to recognize me with my glasses on. he gave me a few blank looks before it connected, to my vast amusement.)

Aaron and I were in the very tiered seats in the balcony, the ones with very little leg room, even for me. During the intermission, while the man sitting in front of me was gone, I got up and moved around before sitting down again, somehow managing to drape a whole bunch of my full skirt over his seat. I didn't notice this until it was too late. The man returned and promptly sat on my wayward clothing.

The problem of how to extricate my skirt kept Aaron and me amused for some time. We decided that I could a)yank it out really fast and just sort of look off in a different direction in case our neighbor turned around to see what I was doing, b)pull it out inch by inch and hope he wouldn't feel it, c)"accidentally" throw my program on the floor in front of him and hope he'd be kind enough to bend over and pick it up for me, leaving my skirt unoccupied, or d) just tap him on the shoulder and explain the whole thing.

I opted for b. Once the music started I started pulling. Inch by inch it slid out. The poor man twitched once or twice and shifted position, causing me worry that he would turn around causing some awkwardness, but he never did, and eventually I retrieved my hem and enjoyed the rest of the concert.

Boy, the whole thing made me miss my violin lessons so bad. Did you know that violin playing builds the triceps? I played for an hour and a half in the cold earlier today (another story for another day) and got so sore, almost as sore as I was when i started playing. Guess that means some poor room at Fairwood will soon be subjected to the scritchings of my practice.

Hallelujah! God is good.

Surprise

Well....

I'm currently sitting in Diane's apartment, trying to get used to the idea of blogging again. I definitely broke the addiction in the last couple of months, but I've no doubt it could easily get its hooks into me, so I've got to be careful.

Bible School is Good. God is meeting me in new ways, and I'm glad I'm here. The class is coming together nicely, the girls have bonded pretty well, so life is good.

Wow...it's been a long time since I last heard the soundtrack of Man from Snowy River...Diane, Katie, and some of the girls are currently watching it. Brings back memories.

A few things I've learned here:

~Most recently, it's not a good plan to push over dead birch trees in the dark. Amy and I did the other night, and we learned the meaning of "widowmaker." After she came to and I realized that she wasn't dead, we had a good laugh, but I still think I won't be doing that again. Shannon and I went back a day or so later to find the tree and found a twenty foot piece, a ten foot piece, a fifteen foot piece, and several five foot pieces of that "little" dead tree. Made me awfully glad that God looks out for us dumb teenagers.

~Small snakes can be hid in many different places.

~I can't spit worth beans. (I learned this while trying to moisten the soles of my shoes while playing volleyball.)

~Swimming in Dublin Lake in November is fun.

~It's a good idea to check mysterious socks on one's floor for dead mice if you have friends whose initials are BFJ.

~When sparring with said BFJ it's a good idea to keep one's hands up, or she will whack one's head good and hard.

~On a more serious note, it's amazing what God will do when you decide to believe Him.

~I'm out of practice for blogging, but it's good to get my feet wet again. Hooray for all you faithful bloggers.