deepgreen18

It amazes me what the simple passage of time brings. Deadlines pass, people grow up, learn more, get healthier or feel poorly, and most of all: people move. Movement is a requirement to life, it seems. Everyone has to breathe.

More than that, people change location. Whether they crawl, walk, run, or fly; people go different places, and affect others because of it. My most recent teacher of crochet and knitting, Kate, just moved away to Ohio. Because of this, I'm helping run a knitting group. I hadn't put it in those terms before, but that's what I'm doing. I'm teaching others how to knit and crochet, sending out e-mails to remind people that we are meeting, even planning how to best entice people to keep going once they've started. When people pass on (in one way or another), their responsibilities fall to others. It makes me wonder who will step in and teach once I'm gone. Maybe I'll get to meet him/her.

I haven't given ya'll news on what I'm knitting recently, have I? Right now (and for the past three weeks) I've been slowly making a cowl out of a lovely coral-colored silk-bamboo yarn (my younger brother keeps calling it a scowl). The pattern is very simple, only two stitches, but seems complicated because of it's arrangement of aforementioned motions. The most unexpected thing about the entire thing is that this pattern is the only one my teacher ever asked for a copy of. The last meeting we have together, and she does that. It was a sweet moment.

I keep coming back to her, so I may as well address this to her. Kate, fare well in Ohio, we all will miss you.

Until next time,
Greeny

I really like how taking off the "It's" of the title affects the meaning. Being self-important is one of my many past-times. Right now, I should be working on accounts for my dad. This is me distracting myself because I've been "good". Finally, I've sent out requests to my former teachers about grad school recommendations. So far I have two "yes"-es. (It's incredibly difficult to make a plural yes in quotes, wow.) It has relieved my mind considerably about actually getting into grad school. I hope I can do it all within the time frame (basically, everything is due in mid-January). It just might happen. Next: getting transcripts, filling out apps, making sure they have my GRE scores, and sending it all away.

The gloves I started for a band mate of mine are finished, as of today. They're fingerless, large, and black with green stripes. All wool, too. Wool is easy to work with if it's of decent value. Otherwise, there's all sorts of crap one needs to overlook or get rid of in order to craft with it. Next, I'm making a scarf of many colors. A friend of mine at school had this scarf that her mother had made, and I just found out what the yarn was yesterday. I managed to buy some in a ridiculously wonderful almost-rainbow colorway. See all the adjectives and adverbs? Looking at it makes me happy. Since the Scarf of Many Colors will be boring as heck to make (knit nearly all the way, baby), I'm going to start another, harder project soon. I'm thinking a lacey cowl out some bamboo/silk blend yarn I bought after working on my sister's gift scarf. I really like silk. Hopefully bamboo isn't too weird.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. My family will be opening presents (we're impatient people) and enjoying each others company a bit. I'm sure there will be at least a little snark, but that is what makes life interesting.

Until next time,
Greeny

I consider it deeply for a day or so. Then I decide and stop worrying so much. I enjoy the process if I have at least a faint idea of what will please the recipient.

I haven't updated in a bit, and thought the holiday-themed question might get me going.

I really don't like where I'm living now. I'm getting ready to leave and - Wow, we interrupt this regularly scheduled rant to bring you breaking news: I'm in a bad mood. The bad mood affects how I see life. I enjoy where I live right now pretty well, actually. Where I used to live, on the other hand, I hated with a spectacular passion that I had to suppress until I moved or I would have been very depressed. My city is a good one. Not too large, not so small that I can get across it in thirty minutes. Something new can be found every day. I'm also so tired I mis-spelled at least ten of the last twenty words.

The reason I'm in a bad mood, you ask? I've been sick since Monday. Steadily improving, I think, but my energy is low and my voice is a third or so lower. Also, my older sister and her fiance are in town. Family. Gotta love it. There's been a lot of ups and downs. I'm so tired that I want to stay in, but I feel guilty that I'm not spending time with family. Then again, they surprised us with the timing of the visit (nine days before Christmas), and the scarf had to be speed-knit. (It's done! By the way, and absolutely gorgeous.) Perhaps the resentment can cancel out the guilt. I really want to see her face when she opens it, though. That may make up for a lot. Uh-oh, I sense high expectations. Large chance of disappointment, abort, abort!

I've practiced violin very consistently over the past four to seven days. I haven't been counting so much as thinking that I should practice every day. Empowerment from working out with Mom? I have time, I might as well. Also, I don't have time, graduate school deadlines loom.

I hate the looming, I really do. It scares me and makes me want to run for cover instead of getting my ducks into line. I just want it to be finished already. Circle of procrastination alert. I wait, which makes me nervous, which makes me wait more, which makes me panic, which either makes me wait until next year, or (I think) try to get everything in and do a bad job of it, so I wait.  It's a bad cycle. I have to see things as nonthreatening in order to start, but urgent enough to actually get it done. Getting applications in just isn't that way. It's threatening. You are opening yourself to criticism and rejection by sending it. You are trying to change your life by doing it. It's significant. I can't see it any other way. The solution, I suppose, is to gird oneself for the inevitable. Be fearless. What could happen? It's paper. If they say yes, you can always say no. But you really want them to say yes. !%$#. However, acting confident, ever if you aren't, usually leads to good things. I learned that from my violin teacher. Play loud and fast, and sometimes (usually after lots of practice) everything just gets better.

I want to thank the English language and the written expression of it for allowing this rant to happen. Until next time, kiddies.

Greeny

I finished my state quarter collection last week. Technically, it's been finished since I got back from N. Carolina, but I just found my collection book while going through my boxes of stuff last week. This is the second time in the past month that I've been truly satisfied and proud of doing something. I don't get that feeling often. (The first was for my knitting needle case.) Looking at the dates that the quarters started coming out, I realized that I've been collecting the things for ten years. That is a very long time to indulge in a part time hobby. Almost half of my life, in fact. The only thing I can recall doing longer is violin. Fourteen to fifteen years of that, now.

Last Thursday I went to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. They were not what I was expecting. First, with a name like they have, one would expect a bit of European influence or even a member from, say, Germany? Nope. The cast was wholly American. Second, with the word "Orchestra" in the name, I expected quite a bit more strings and classical influences. Again, I was rather disappointed. The show was mainly rock, heavily influenced by the 1970's ideals of such, and what strings you could hear were usually on back-up rather than solo or duet parts. They badly need to learn how to end a song...and stick to it. Also, perhaps they would benefit from realizing when something cool has been repeated enough. Their choreography looked like a gymnastics routine without the leg movement or tumbling. They did have their moments of glory despite this: when the piano had it's (1st of 2) solo 5/6ths of the way to the end, I was very impressed. The violinists weren't bad when you could actually make them out, and my guitarist brother thought the guitar solos were nicely done. The only problem with those is they didn't fit with the rest of the music most of the time.
The biggest thing is that they need to decide what kind of show they're putting on: narrated, heart-warming (at least in intention) Christmas tale with accompanying songs, or Christmas songs redone for a rock band. I didn't like their attempt to merge the two.

Hmm...reading that, perhaps I didn't have a great time at the show. My brother and I snarked a lot at each other. That made it much more bearable.

It's official, I'm going to be visiting my roomie after Christmas. I'll be driving to the Dallas area on my own for the first time. Don't worry, this will not be a repeat of my New Orleans trip. My car is precious to me.

Right now I'm completing the last five of sixty rows on the gift scarf. My sister is coming into town sooner than expected, and I need to finish before she arrives. The vagaries of the Christmas season.

Until next time,
Greeny

There has been much sewing accomplished over the last weekend. I finished three Works-In-Progress that needed sewing: a halter top from a few years back, a pencil bag I finished the knitting of in Vienna, and a purse that needed lining and a handle (the finished product is rather epic, I must say). I also finished a belt that needed it's ends melted off (nylon yarn, tough as nails, but it likes to unravel). I wore it the other day.

Being entirely unable to stop myself, I continued past WIPs and made myself a rollcase for my knitting needles (the straights and double points, anyway). I also fixed 3 pairs of jeans that had some holes, two shirts that had been ripped, and a pair of slacks for Dad.

Since then, I've made two and a half feet of my gift scarf, realized I need more audio books, and started a gift hat for my other sister. It amuses me that the hat will take maybe three days to do if I'm dedicated, but that the scarf can and probably will take twelve more days to make.

You can find pictures of all these and more at my Flickr account at http://www.flickr.com/photos/28962492@N04/

I recently took the GRE (graduate record examination). I think I did okay on it. My immediate scores (I took the test on the computer) were 1340 out of 1600. I'm pretty happy with it, but I feel that my math score could have been better. Darn preparation block! Still, it's way better than my practice test score. On the school search: I've found three schools to apply to. My goal is five to ten. Must keep working on it.

I'll probably be visiting my old college roomie in Texas in the next two weeks. We've been out of contact for a while, but reconnected on Thanksgiving. She just bought a new house, and I can't wait to see it!

Until next time,
Greeny

I am very, very lucky to have a confrontation-avoiding family. We have drama, it just doesn't happen during the holidays. I have heard some fairly frightening stories from others in the past couple days, and this has made me truly, well, thankful that I come from a bunch of south-westerners. Not that our avoidance of public scenes is healthy all the time, but get-togethers don't end up in shouting, drunkenness, and general disorder.

Onto other, happier, topics. We went and visited our family today, as tradition demands. Copious amounts of meat, starches, well-doctored vegetables, and pie were consumed. We also fed the mass-media glut that often happens today by going to Blockbuster and renting a movie afterwards.

It was a rather quiet day, excluding our 2-3 hours of driving. I crocheted and knit during both trips, and managed to produce a man's ring of bamboo crochet thread (I was very pleased by the final result), and two inches of a gift scarf (new project alert!). I just realized, however, that producing six feet of the thing is going to require an audio-book. This is what got me through the afghan: a 23-hour sci-fi audio-book. Stephanie Meyer's The Host, in fact. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great, either, just a slightly unusually-set, overly complicated romance novel. I wonder what I'll come up with to listen to next.

I reorganized my room a bit the last few days. I have a bookshelf again! Being able to immediately fill three shelves full of books amused and alarmed me. I only started buying books four years ago! This does not bode well for my future storage needs. In the process of clearing space for my bookcase, I had to face my knitting and crochet collection. Another rubbermaid container was bought to store the yarn (embarrassed fidgeting commences), and I still need to buy an organizer for my knitting needles. I'm wondering how exactly I bought so much stuff without really noticing until now. General apathy plus a convenient stashing place equals not enough knowledge, I think.
I will be working on using the stash until it reaches a manageable size again, and I'm also finishing some old works-in-progress. I had two that just needed ends worked in (now basically finished), and I've got three that need sewing of zippers and lining. I think I'll bring out the sewing machine tomorrow, and finish the three.

Hope to talk to you all soon,
Greeny

I am finding it interesting that life now has events I wish to blog about. Perhaps it is me, rather than the events, that has changed.

The Sunday gig was a mess, a challenge, and a victory. It certainly wasn't easy. We were dealing with a new PA system and didn't have all the correct parts at first (thank goodness for eager-to-please boyfriends/roadies). I went slightly amnesiatic and forgot to bring an amp...or extra strings. Turns out I needed both. Well, the amp was superceded by me plugging directly into the PA, and Micah saved the day by fitting me with a guitar string. I'm not sure whether this is a first in all of history, but it felt like one. All I know is that a 26 gauge guitar string is fairly close in size to a violin G string. Who knew? The whole band went to a local grill afterwards and had some pretty darn good burgers.

The afghan is 2 hours of work away from the finish line. I've done the first row of the border. It's about 620 stitches around. I believe that is the longest row I've ever done. I'm currently doing my crocheting at my violin teacher's house. I'm house-sitting, another first for me. Her cats are really fun to play with. They have very distinctive personalities, but share a lot of traits, as well. Cat nature is very strong.

I've signed up for the GRE. It is two weeks from now. In preperation, I will be going through a test prep book on the math part. The practice test I took last year gave me high marks on verbal, but I was rather bad at the math. I'm surprising myself by sticking to this college search thing; last time I was very lackadaisical.

Finally, I have a new interest to report. I've always considered myself an eclectic book reader. However, my actual mode of operation is that I'll try anything once, but I usually stick with sci-fi/fantasy, dabbling occasionally in romance, westerns, mysteries, etc. There's a new genre to add to my list: non-fiction art mysteries. I think I just like knowing that it's real (can't get unrealistic when it's historical fact) and that the mystery has been solved already, so I won't be left in suspense. Also, most writers of this genre work hard to make it comprehensible and interesting. If nothing else, I like good writing. I'm currently reading The Man Who Loved Books Too Much by Allison Hoover Bartlett. Book thieves, unofficial detectives, and oodles of book references! I'm so there.

Well, I must be off. Lunch awaits. In case I don't post again soon: Happy Thanksgiving.

Greeny

Well, I'm back again. That's all I will say about my prolonged absences. I've gotten tired of confessing/apologizing/etc.

Halloween was good. I stayed home in town for the very first time. For the past four years I've either stayed at school or gone to a party. Me and Tim ate, read, and answered the door in what used to be the office. It's a little room off the entryway that we just put french doors on. I'm using it now for teaching my one student who comes to my house.

Life is still fairly busy: I work in the mornings tutoring, wait out the afternoons, and then go teach after school gets out. Some days the afternoons are used to do accounts for dad or my workplace or go to knit/crochet. The schedule is in for some changes. My tutoring days are probably coming to an end next week. No more getting up at 6:30am! The band is still meeting, and our next gig is coming up this Sunday. We will be playing for the Route 66 run. As our keyboardist says: An audience of 7000 one at a time. I did it with them last year. It was freezing, but a lot of fun. Hopefully it won't be quite as cold this time.

I believe I mentioned that I taught my little brother how to crochet in October. We've started a new tradition of going to knit group together. I convinced him to come once, and we've done it every week since.
Big news: I've finished the squares for the afghan I started last month. I've made a start on putting it together. There are 31 sides to join up, and then the border to make. It's exciting for me to get something done relatively quickly. Tim has requested that he be a part of finishing the thing. It should come out well, as he's gotten pretty good at controlling his tension and making even stitches.
Smaller news: I've bought yarn for my next project. I'm making a scarf for my sister. This is supposedly a Christmas present, but sometimes I doubt my ability to finish things on a deadline. The yarn is silk, and I'm salivating over it. I cannot wait to start knitting it up, though I might try crocheting it. We'll see.

There's been some activity where graduate school selection is concerned. I'm finally looking into the possibilities, and I'm taking the GRE in the next two weeks. Hopefully it isn't too late to get into my chosen schools. It feels ironic that I'm finally having some success at this process when this is likely the last time I have to do it for myself.

I'm back, and I bring news of yet another trip. My father and youngest brother and I went to Illinois last weekend for my great-uncle's 50th wedding anniversary. The trip was uncommonly quiet, as our disruptive elements (i.e. my younger extrovert sister and snarky guitar-playing brother) decided to stay home. It was pretty fun, though. I taught little bro how to crochet, and we got him started on a scarf before the end of the trip. I, having finished the baby thing, crocheted squares for an afghan. We had actually picked out the yarn and pattern at the beginning of summer, but I like the one project at a time plan. If I have to finish something before I can start the next thing, projects actually get completed. There was an enormous amount of time that gets spent on sitting and talking during these trips, so I got a lot done. After completing four squares in three days, I'm currently on square 9 of 20.

My left wrist is in a brace for the next ten days. I've had a ganglion that pops up randomly for a couple years now. This year it's been hurting and is hard rather than soft. I went to see the doctor about it. He stuck needles in my wrist to drain it, prescribed the usual antibiotic and anti-inflammatory and said to keep it splinted for ten days. It's kinda hard to play the violin, but I can crochet just fine. -sigh- Just when I was practicing again. Honestly, I don't mind as long as the pain goes away.

I'm not sure if there is much else to say. Life rolls onward until it ends.

Until next time,
Greeny

Behold, the baby thing:



See the buttons and taurus (aka bunny ears)? I did those today. Truly, my glee knows no bounds. Finished!
Close-ups, anyone?



The buttons amuse me. Simple, yet classy. I couldn't decide whether the lines should be vertical or horizontal, so I did both.



The long-awaited taurus. Symbolically, it's a bull's head with horns. Realistically? A friend thought it was a bunny. I think I'm okay with both interpretations. It was a lot of fun to stitch onto the fabric. I enjoy seeing a pattern emerge off a blank canvas more than creating the canvas to begin with.
Soon this humble work of art will be delivered to it's tiny recipient to be battered, chewed on, crawled in, and stained by various bodily fluids. However, I'm not the one who has to clean it. I am content.

Goodnight, sweets.
Greeny

Apparently, after a week, the update thingy saying how long it's been since you posted doesn't count days anymore. It just says "one week" until the next week goes by. Today it said "two weeks". That was somewhat startling when it happened. One day I'm doing my semi-normal thing of not posting for a week and the next I'm into unknown territory. This post is the result, so perhaps my readers (assuming there are any left) should vote on how long I should wait between posts?

Oddly enough, these past...two weeks...have been pretty interesting. Me and my youngest brother went on a shopping spree and saw a drum-off at Guitar Center (tm, I'm sure). We get along very well, my brother and I. Mainly it's because we have very similar interests. We both like classical music (that was a surprise, a very pleasant one), we both are dedicated hobbyists (I do TV and reading, he does online anime and manga), and our minds just work the same, meaning we can talk pretty easily.
The drum-off wasn't that great. It was the first of several, with the final coming up this week, so we didn't get to see the cream of the crop. However, I did buy a new cable for my electric violin, which was exciting for me. I hardly ever buy anything band-related.

I am inching forward on the knitting. Yes, I know I thought it would get done two weeks ago. I just haven't. This makes me a horribly efficient procrastinator. (One of my habits is to make my worst faults into something I can say cheerfully). So, I'm closer. The arms and neck are done. I've just got to do the ridiculously simple duplicate stitching to make the Taurus on the front. I've even practiced the stitch and everything, but it seems like the only time I knit is in knitting group (Thursdays, 12-2pm), and there is only so much one can get done in two hours.

Lastly, my family went down to Dallas last Friday in order to do a long put-off and eagerly awaited thing: have a wedding reception. Sounds odd, yes? My older sister and her fiance got married last year in May (the 24th, if ya'll were wondering), but....kept it secret. They didn't want the wedding itself to be a big deal because of finances. So there we were, happily helping her plan stuff out during their visit at Christmas when they decided to tell us about it. Now, how could we be upset, exactly? They did something good: getting married and saving money. My problem was the whole "lie for eight months" about it. I'm a pretty truthful person, or I try to be, and there is no way I would do something like that to my family. There wasn't much I could do about that seemed helpful, though, so I let it lie (or would that be lay?).

The party totally made up for everything.

I wasn't expecting to have so much fun, nor talk to so many people, nor dance with nearly everyone (part of the plan, more later), and I certainly didn't expect to get hit on. Most of all, I didn't expect to cry.

It seems like my best plans are made spur-of-the-moment, from going exploring in town to finding a movie to watch because of boredom. I made a plan right after I arrived at the party: 1) Dance with everyone who says 'yes'. 2) Eat anything and everything I want (stretchy dresses and wonderful hors deouvres go very well together). 3) Drink a modest amount of alcohol. And I did so. Parties bring out my fun side. Perhaps that's because I've never had a truly horrible experience at good parties. In any case, I see no reason not to enjoy myself as long as I don't make myself sick. The plan brought about the first four of my "wasn't expectings", which tells you how good a plan it was. My last one was because of another tradition: the father-daughter dance. There was my older sis, looking like the queen of the night in her very dark blue dress and up-do (she's never been one for white), and there was my dad, looking nearly the same as I've ever seen him (I envied adults in puberty for their unchanging physical attributes), dancing to "A Wonderful World", finally acknowledging something that happened a year-and-a-half ago. I'm sure there will be pictures, my aunt is a good photographer. I may keep one, it's a good memory.
Additionally, there was a mother-son dance, of which I approved in a slightly less emotional manner. It just seemed right. The whole party seemed right, correct, and needful, even. There was a void in our understanding of what my sister and her husband were until then. Being told they married is one thing, celebrating it was something else altogether.

Since then, life has gone back to normal, however much I wish to change it. At least we have a great party (one of my first) to remember.

Until next time,
Greene

I woke up at 9:30 today. The light was shining through the window in a way that made me nostalgic. Getting up at 6:30 means you get up before the sun. While the idea of rising with the sun is a romantic one, I think I prefer the glow of mid-morning to wake up in.

The baby thing is progressing. I've attached the edging to the sleeves and have only the birth sign, ends, and buttons to put on. I'm anticipating getting it done this week.

In other news, my lessons have suddenly become boring. I'm trying to figure out how to put some pep back into them. I've bought some bridge mix to snack on as I wast my time reading fan-fiction, and I am unclear whether I actually have a lesson to take with Maureen this week. I'm pretty boring, overall.

Variety, here I come.
Greeny

I have two things to relate, and then I shall be annoyingly silent once again.

Several days ago I woke up at my now normal yet still ridiculous hour of 6:30am (yes, I know, you get up earlier, :P) and, to my great surprise, heard my mother talking on the phone to someone. I was upstairs and she was downstairs. (Sound carries really well in our house. I think the builders must have felt that insulation was for weaklings.) The conversation, I soon figured out, due to numerous references to an upcoming party, was with my older sister. On that note: HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, sis! The funny thing is, I knew only two ways she could have been up at that hour. She could a): stay up all night, or b): get up at 6:30am.
Everyone who knows my older sister has figured it out by now. She is a night owl by nature, of course she stayed up all night. Planning everything is apparently rather stressful.  I told her via mom that I'm not coming for the decorations, but for her, and that food would be cool. I've never been hard to please when it comes to social gatherings. It's rather exciting, getting to celebrate a wedding I didn't get to attend.

Secondly, life is inching forward. Band is the same (I will be practicing for it as soon as I'm done here), we're just closer to being a fully functional one than we have ever been (only another hour of music to learn!). I've been sprucing up my office space where I work for my dad. Bookkeeping for him is going slowly, but at least it's going. I finally managed to buy theory books for my students today after two weeks of being cursed to get to the music store an hour before or after it opens/closes (one unfortunate side effect of getting up at 6:30 in the morning). The fanfiction still fascinates, but I'm trying to keep it from taking over. Okay, that was lots of little stories, but I bet you all liked it better than that first sentence.

And that's all, folks.
Greeny

I don't know if I have much to say today, but I feel like posting.

My tutoring is going well, but adjustments will be made this week to the schedule of it. Thus far it's been five days a week, and I can't sustain that pace reasonably any longer. Also, being me somewhat undervaluing self, I never asked for travel compensation, which is rather necessary when the travel is almost as long as the gig. I'm not sure how it's all going to turn out, but I hope for the best.

Knitting has been limping along. Buttons, a fabric marker, and a zipper have yet to be procured, perhaps I'll go to Hobby Lobby or Joanne's today. I'm definitely going to the library. A book just came in for me. I'm looking forward to a day spent in pleasurable pursuits.

Whatever else we are, we are human. Lately I've felt cut off from human contact, but I know whose fault that is, and what to do about it. Touch, speech, and interaction are vital to sanity. I've not been trying hard enough to connect to those I wish to interact with, and I'm not sure why. So much of what I do in regards to other people doesn't make sense to me, at least until after the fact. Some days, I just want to escape. Others, I want to understand. Today is the latter.

Until next time.
Greeny

Hi! I hope that someone is still reading. I've not been in any sort of posting mood, of late. Today is a turn-around. I actually went and worked for my dad this morning, instead of succumbing to the pleasures of fanfiction. So, to update upon the state of life here: I have an actual official position at the Signature Symphony as a substitute, and now that I'm out of school I can say yes to the gigs that much more often. The lead-up to the audition was rather nerve-wracking, but it came out okay.

My band, SeraFem, has had another gig since Riverwalk. This is the shortest time we've had between gigs yet, and I like it. We're aiming for one every two weeks in the future. RIght now we're in that lovely stage of having almost enough music for a full 3 hours, and learning new stuff to get there. I actually like learning new stuff. My improvisational skills and such have improved so much since we started last year, which makes learning/making up new stuff more joyful and less uncomfortable.

My knitting has actually progressed (gasp!). I finished the main part of the baby dress-thing, and just needs finishing touches (borders, buttons, a little bit of decoration). My next project...might be two things. I really want to make myself a blouse (the straps of the baby-thing made me want more), and I've promised my younger brother that he'll have a sampler blanket sometime in the next year. We picked out the yarn at Walmart rather impulsively, but I think I'll enjoy making another large thing in small bites.

As you all may know, I teach violin. Business has boomed this summer. I now have twelve, no, wait, fifteen (!) students. They range from five years old to sixty-five. The most interesting experience I've had teaching lately was when my sixty-five year-old twins who have a lesson together invited another new student (she's twenty-something) of mine to play since I had accidentally double-booked them. The high you get from a triple lesson is really something.

I need to go and get theory books for a few of my students now. Until next time,
Greeny

I leave for four days and the world changes. Honestly, it's just my life, but that is my world (egocentrism, ahoy!).
To update:

I have a car, here are pics:





The best part of having your own car? Total ownership, I don't have to share! I almost felt selfish when I realized this, but I'm getting used to the feeling again. My favorite feature in the car (besides wonderful handling, plenty of room, and great A/C)? The heads up display:


I just think it's cool, and it reminds me of a friendly Cylon, which is entirely geeky, but completely justified.

My band has a gig! It's on August 22nd, 8pm, at a nice place, called the Riverwalk. I can't wait.

I'm also getting back into teaching. All of my students have been contacted, and most are set up to take lessons for the fall. I'm nervous, but also quite happy with it.

My dad and I went to see Wicked on Sunday. It was an excellent musical. The singing was wonderful, the effects were impressive, the dancing evocative, and the story engaging. Totally worth the ticket price.

Finally, the knitting...take a guess at what's been going on with that and you'll probably be right.

And I'm off!
Greeny

Today is my dad's birthday (happy birthday!). Randomly, I also bought a car today.

Just letting that sink in. It's a Honda Civic, and it's so sharp. I love it lots. If this seems sudden, well, I've needed a car since I totaled my old one last year, but I've been using dad's truck as a stopgap, and it was the Cash for Clunkers program that made mother push me into finding a car. We checked out a good few yesterday, and I fell into serious like with the Civic. Today kinda tested that like (So. Much. Waiting.) but it was worth it in the end. I has a vehicle! There should be pictures! There will be pictures next time.

Other than that, life is rather predictable. I've taught my first lesson since I got back. It went really well, and pleased me. I've also been messing around with the dang fanfiction again, but I'm trying to make it a positive thing instead of the opposite. I went to band practice yesterday night, and I forgot my bow -sigh of extreme disappointment-, but I got to hear what everyone else has been working on, and it's so good. I can't wait to catch up with them. The knitting limps along slowly, but it's going!

I think I'll be heading out now,
Greene