Snow hit us again last night. I took the morning off from church, bought some books off the internet, did some laundry and showered all the gray/white out of my hair. I swear, I'm getting sore arms just from working the tangles out with the foamy shampoo! It must take at least eight minutes just to get my fingers through it, let alone take out all the color. Ugh. I've never had to shower so much in my life. Not that it's all bad, no no ... heck, getting to stand in warm water is very nice... the tricky part is finding the time. A time when both boys are tended to and safe, and I have the freedom
to get lost under a warm waterfall. That's the tricky part. Right now Dave is in prime director/sound designer mode and my schedule is only getting tighter this week with choir and extra workshops planned for visiting high school students. Unfortunately I've got a sinus infection again and my ears are continually popping and my throat is sore. Thank God for a "day off". Although in this day off we accomplished quite a bit. For one, my sour dough starter is starting to bubble, and that's exciting! (Made from fresh ground whole wheat Rosebud flour, don't ya know!) The second is that Dave had a recording session in our "office" with six women who sang 3-part harmony for Troy Women, composed by Rachel Peacock, a graduate here. I had to learn some tricky rhythms and harmonies in Greek, while Dave and the boys went up smiley face hill to "hike".
I thought I was going to hike with the boys, but they wanted me to sing, so I missed out. Weston had his pack all ready with snacks, of course, and Dave said it was so miserably cold and windy on top of the hill, they barely lasted 15 minutes. But, they did it. They hiked to the top and ran down it several times, and the new backpack got put to good outdoor use!
Thankfully, we had fresh, soft, mouthwatering peanut butter M&M cookies waiting for them back home, so pink cheeks gave way to chocolate smudged smiles and smacks. I love cookies. Marie was here with the gaggle of women and she sang, "If I had a cookie... I'd eat it in the morning, I'd eat in the evening, --all day lo-ong, ...." Wonderful. Cookies can be eaten at any time of the day...once you're 40 that is. Before then, you have to sneak 'em and you carry terrible guilt. At 40, you just admit that you want it, you love it, and it is going into your mouth now or in the next two minutes after an impotent battle... so you just do it. Yum.
My boys are sleeping now and I can't resist their soft foreheads, even if I accidentally wake them, I just have to pet them. They are so beautiful. (And stubborn an
d cranky) but so beautiful when they sleep... without care and so snuggly safe and peaceful. I don't think I sleep like that very much any more. But the other morning, I was so exhausted after doing the show, Dave says I slept through two songs on the alarm and finally he just got up and did all the breakfast/Donovan prep without me because I was sleeping so deeply. That makes me chuckle. Usually I am a light sleeper compared to him, but lately my body and spirit are being spent on the stage. (Breath.) It's a good thing. I don't think I'd have the discipline to work out on my own, so doing this story is my exercise regime.
Tomorrow we embark on a new week and I HAVE to get up
early to get Donovan in to school and go to the chiropractor. I'm intimidated by what is to come, but if I can just enjoy that cookie, and find some sweet sleep... maybe Davey will pet my brow after he comes in.
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