Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Petting Zoos

My little sister Annie came out to KC to spend a few weeks before she begins her senior year of high school. What fun! (coming to KC, not another year of school) We've been taking care of Glorie-Bee full time, designing little "adventures" to have with her, making dinners, cleaning the house, watching movies, doing bible studies, and GETTING ADDICTED to Facebook and DINERDASH2 (which I keep calling DinnerDash). Yes, so sad. Getting addicted.

Check out Annie's blog for a more detailed list (with photos) of our days' adventures. So far, the most fun we've had (lots of it consisted of taking photos, which makes for very self-conscious fun) was taking Glorie to the petting zoo. Giggling at almost all the scenes in Sense and Sensibility was a good second. Here are some fun glimpses of our excursion, including a "big grass", some wading in the footpond, a little handwashing at the pump, the small family feeding the duck, some anna-joy amongst the flowers, and a cramped bit of pretty obvious proof that the adults usually enjoy petting zoos more than the kids...

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

I should be writing. (Well, I guess I am...technically!) Two months ago I emailed the new choir here at IHOP and asked about joining. Didn't hear back until yesterday afternoon, when I got a one-liner asking if I could audition this morning. I went to bed actually excited. EXCITED! That's a little bit of a triumph for me. Many things interest me, some things worry me, and far too often new things scare me. But to excite me (so that I can't fall asleep for an hour) is hard. I've actually been asking the Lord about this over the last few weeks, and I think this might be the beginning of a journey of discovering enjoyment.

Anyway, back to my story. I pulled out a vocalization sheet I still have tucked with my music and did some exercising this morning (vocal cord exercising, that is). Then I sang a few times through a Chad Mitchell Trio song that I know the words to, thinking that I would need to have something to sing to the auditioners. But, an email arrived that has crushed the hopes for the moment, as the choir rehearses during 2 of the hours each week that I actually have a job and am unavailable! So sad. However, I have discovered something that is new to me, and important to know. I feel good. Physically good. Twenty minutes of really using my voice seems to have released endorphines of some sort, rather like running does for runners. I wasn't only made to worship, I was made to sing, and one often can't really use the full voice singing just worship songs, as I've been doing for the last few years.

(Boy, if my mother ever read blogs, she'd be overjoyed by this one!)

So... my roommates may not like it, my friends may not enjoy it, but I'm going to have to SING. (Actually, my roomies and friends probably will be just fine with it :)