I am loving that even though almost all the leaves are off the trees here on the top of the hill, if I drive down the hill, autumn is still shining in all its glory.
I have the Halloween costume frenzy virus. Each of the three big kidlets has some very specific ideas about what they want their costume to be like, and all three plans involve sewing on my part. And you know how sewing and I get a long: not well. The sewing is finished on one costume, and I have plans on finishing the second tonight, hopefully, or at least getting close. Those two costumes are very similar, and I figure if I was moderately successful the first time, I can pull it off again, right? It’s the third costume that has me most worried of all, because my plans for that costume are abstract, very abstract. And I have the feeling the wearer of that costume has a pretty specific idea in mind.
After five years of using a digital recorder to record all of my student’s selected pieces for their annual portfolios, I had been eyeing the possibility of getting my own ipod touch to make the process of recording, marking, and filing all of those digital files much more streamlined. Usually in the ipod department I take over Dr. Peds’ ipod castaways. This usually works out fine, and he recently mostly delegated to me his much older ipod touch that he wasn’t using much anymore. But it doesn’t record sound or digital movies, and those were the features I needed most. Also, we don’t always share technology very well, because we intuitively set up things in very different ways, and I really wanted to get everything lined up exactly like I wanted. To be frank, I just wanted my OWN ipod touch. MINE! ALL MINE! Of course, that’s more than slightly ridiculous, and I wasn’t about to go and purchase one because I am too frugal to buy something just because it makes things more convenient. A few weeks ago, I had to giggle when one of my fifth grade boys looked at my hum drum digital recorder and then looked at me and said, “You know, you really need to invest in an Apple product to do that for you!” I giggle because he was right! And I’m one of the most loyal Apple consumers ever . . . I liked Apple when Apple was uncool, and scorned. I told my husband all of this, and it turns out he’d been pulling me along for some time, telling me I didn’t really need an ipod touch of my own, when he actually purchased one and had it engraved “one all your own” on it’s shiny backside. Glorious! I love that thing! It has made piano lessons so much fun, and my little students love hearing what they just recorded, which is something the old recorder couldn’t do. I am so excited about it.
I had several cooking disasters this week. And that’s all I’d really like to write concerning that. It’s a miracle people don’t starve around here. Thank goodness for noodles. I can cook a mean pot of noodles.
This afternoon when I should have been doing other things, I read the book Bluefish by Pat Schmatz. I couldn’t help but to curl up with a book and a warm fuzzy blanket while everyone was napping or having reading time. It was raining, and there is nothing better than a book on a rainy afternoon. I finished the book, of course, thankfully before Mr. Trouble on Feet woke up from nap, or I might have had to neglect his basic needs until the book was done. It was a good one. I thought the characters were very complex, and I love complex teenage characters, because that’s how teenagers are: complex. And I loved all the references to The Book Thief. I was pretty wrapped up in the story.
I am so, so behind on email. If you’re waiting for an email from me, I promise it’s coming soon. Promise. And if you’re waiting for a letter from me, I promise that’s coming soon. It’s ridiculous.
My house is an utter, absolute disaster, but does it count that some of the kidlets and I raked and bagged the leaves in at least three quarters of the yard yesterday?
This morning a three year old girl in my Sunday School class, who also comes to one of my music classes at an assisted living place was a bit sad about staying in Sunday School. She said she was nervous to come. I told her about all the fun things we were going to do and about how we would get to sing and play instruments in just a little bit and that her mom would come back after church was finished. She looked at me in the eyes and said, “Yeah, but you already told me that you don’t know the rainbow song.” Her mother had previously explained to me that the rainbow song was some kind of song this little girl had made up, and that even though I knew lots of rainbow songs, this one was an ever changing enigma to the musical world. I said to her, “You’re right. I know some other rainbow songs, but I don’t think I know your rainbow song.” She looked at me very seriously with big eyes and said, “Yeah, this rainbow song is much too hard for you to learn. I can’t even try to teach it to you.” I LOVE three year olds. They are so great.
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