I was contacted toward the end of last week and asked if I could cover a knitting class at Joanns last night. I agreed to do it. The class coordinator got the materials ready and I turned up to teach the one student who had registered. She never showed up! I waited 25 minutes in case she was stuck in traffic but at that point I decided I might as well leave. So I did.
I was desperately low on gas so I made a quick stop at a nearby filling station to get $20 worth of gas. Then with my tummy reminding me that it was definitely dinner time, I went to the nearby KFC. My intentions were to go through the drive-thru and get one of their to-go cups. However, there was probably six cars ahead of me in line and this KFC’s drive-thru is not known for speedy service so I decided to go inside and eat there.
Service inside was speedy. It wasn’t long at all until I was eating my fried chicken dinner, mashed potatoes with gravy, coleslaw and biscuit. Tummy was quite pleased with me. I was rather pleased with me too.
A few weeks ago I received an email from the Symphony inviting me to attend an open rehearsal this morning. Since I don’t have a ticket to tonight’s concert — it is being broadcast on the radio so I can listen then if I want — I decided to go. I emailed my RSVP and was sent a ticket. It said the doors opened at 9 a.m. and I assumed that meant the rehearsal would start at 10 a.m.
Refreshments were going to be available so I had intentions of arriving shortly after 9 a.m. Well, we all know where good intentions lead and I didn’t arrive at the symphony hall until about 9:45 a.m. I was still in time to get a Danish although I skipped the coffee, used the restroom and went in to find a seat. Although we had tickets, it was open seating.
I settled down to listen. The first part of the program was a piece by Sibelius with a solo by the English horn. The soloist was an orchestra member and there was some back and forth discussion about “warming up” the light on her. That got settled and the piece was played. I’m always amazed at how the conductor can pinpoint the exact measure which needs to be corrected. It’s a mystery to me how he can know that the cellos need to do something in measure xxx. I suppose it comes from knowing the music so thoroughly. It all sounds fine to me but then I’m not conducting it and don’t have the score in front of me.
Once they got the Sibelius worked out to their satisfaction, they moved on to the next number on the program. This was a piece by John Adams, a very contemporary composer. Our conductor is a good friend of his and is enamored with his music. To me, it sounds like so much noise. Sadly, I find that true of most really modern music. But eventually they worked out their issues with that piece and took an intermission.
The last part of the concert was a symphony by a Russian composer whose name I can’t spell. It starts with a P if you want to hazard a guess. I’ll probably recognize it if I see it printed. The music was much more to my liking and I was glad I had stayed through the intermission. I had given thought to leaving.
So, all in all, I heard a good free concert this morning. It was one of the perks for buying season tickets.
Even though our weather has been just delightful this week, I can see signs that the seasons are changing. There’s one large tree on the street leading to the highway that has already turned color. It’s not as bright as it usually is but it’s a pretty thing even so.
I was driving through the shopping area on my way to Wal-Mart and discovered an arrangement of bushes/shrubs in front of Gander Mountain had already turned bright red. I can’t remember the name of those bushes but seeing them in their fall red is cheering. They’re not exactly pretty the rest of the year. They are just ordinary green bushes a lot of people plant in their landscape. I think they must do it with an eye toward the fall color. Maybe the name of the bush is butterfly bush.
I’m sure I’ll see other signs of the change of season if I just keep my eye open for them. What changes are you noticing?
I’ve had a serious craving for ice cream recently. So there I was at the supermarket, looking in the ice cream cooler. Several brands were on sale. The store brand was cheapest and I know from past experience that their premium grade is good ice cream. So I scanned the flavors to see if there was one I wanted.
Hmn, what is this? Pistachio Almond. Never had it but it sounds like it would be good. I like pistachio and almond separately. So a carton went into the grocery cart.
It is delicious! While nothing will ever replace chocolate as my favorite flavor, this pistachio almond ice cream could come close. Try it — I’m sure you’ll like it.
Yesterday I had to go to the lab to have blood drawn in preparation for my doctor’s appointment on Monday. As I drove through the hospital campus, I saw signs indicating that they were having a blood drive. I expected to find a back-up at the lab and a long wait to have my procedure done. That was not the case. There was just one person ahead of me.
It must have been my day to expect the worst. I saw that the attendant was a man and I was hit with “Oh, no, it’s probably going to be a painful draw which will leave me with a big bruise.” Nothing could have been further from the truth. That gentleman slipped the needle in so softly that I almost didn’t feel a pinprick. In only a few moments the deed was done and I was on my way to breakfast. This morning I only have a teeny bruise where the needle went in.
I’m so thankful for people who are skilled at their jobs … especially when that job involves sticking me!
The weather must be changing because I’m really aching. The last few nights or early mornings I’ve woken up in a lot of pain. Today I got up and took more pain medication in the hopes I’d be able to sleep a bit more. It worked. But I’m still sleepy. In fact, I find myself nodding off sitting here at the computer.
Maybe I should make myself some tea or coffee. I need to write out bills and that’s certainly not a task I want to do when I’m falling asleep.
Yesterday eight of “the girls” I went to high school with met for lunch. It had been two or three — difference of opinion there — years since we had seen each other. It was good to see everyone although sitting at one long table made conversation with everyone difficult.
We met at Ruby Tuesday and they still have the soup and salad bar I had remembered. It was good. I liked the broccoli cheddar soup but think St. Louis Bread Company’s version is better.
We made plans to meet again in three months. It will be interesting to see how committed we are to this plan.