Today I’m playing in the orchestra for the Christmas show “Joy” that First Presbyterian Church has every year. It’s a very fun highlight I get to participate in almost every Christmas season. My sister Cyndi and Dad play this most years (not the year our niece got married on the same day as the performances) and it’s great to be able to share music with them and the other amazing musicians of the philharmonic. The show includes Celtic dancers and musicians, the Pikes Peak Ringers (an internationally known bell choir), the Children’s Chorale, guest singers, and the 200+ member choir of the church and the fantastic professional orchestra.
Last night, Pierce and I played Christmas music for a party as a string duo on our violin and viola. It was fun to do together, and it makes me think back on the many times our family played music for different Christmas concerts at senior centers, nursing homes, the mall, and private homes over the years.
A year ago yesterday, I was a guest blogger with IndieBRAG, an entity who awards Indie authors for excellence. (I received the award for Chloe's Guardian.) I thought this story is fun enough to share again, especially since most of my readers are different from a year ago. Hope you enjoy it whether it's the first time or not. I had fun remembering it all over again!
Don’t you just love it when you find the perfect Christmas gift for someone? Once the gift is wrapped and under the tree, you can’t wait for it to be unwrapped again so you can watch the face of the recipient and see just how incredibly thrilled he or she is.
Tonight Jason and I are going to see the show A Christmas Carol. It’s a community theater production that Molly has been working with. She’d been spending a lot of time with actors in the show to run lines with them, especially the man playing Scrooge. He’s an actor from New York, imported for the show and who has his own IMDB page.
It’s snowing again. I didn’t want more snow. But at least I don’t have to go out tonight. I had to drive in a blizzard last night to go downtown to a rehearsal. The blizzard dropped down on me just as I left the garage. It wasn’t snowing minutes before when I looked out as I got my coat from the closet. Then when I backed out, I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t see anything. Well, besides that nasty thing of night blindness I have. It was because everything was suddenly covered in a blanket of white. Now, if I were going to stay home, it would have been pretty. But out on the interstate, racing a schedule to get in my chair before the conductor dropped the baton for the first downbeat, it was not pretty. On the highway, I couldn’t see anything, let alone where my lane was. In the middle lane (I think), I got behind a big truck whose taillights shone through the whiteout and I stayed between those two red dots all the way to my exit. We crept along at 20 mph and tried to keep going forward. Three cars were facing the wrong way, their headlights glaring at us and scolding us about how slippery it was. By the time I arrived at my destination and got parked, my adrenaline was racing and my heart was beating harder. No, it wasn’t a pretty snow.
When I was just starting high school after moving back to Colorado from five years in Oklahoma, we got a call from the post office to come pick up a package addressed to me. It was ticking and no one at the post office wanted to touch it, and certainly not carry it around in their trucks for delivery. A different era, when that was the reaction to a suspicious package.
This week is crazy and I just want to curl up and watch a movie and pretend I have nothing to do. Why is it that Decembers are always so busy? Besides my normal stuff, like teaching music lessons and writing this daily blog that I’m just about ready to bury in the backyard so I don’t have to see it or think about it, I’m booked. I thought getting Chloe’s Odyssey out would ease up my schedule for me. All it did was create a vacuum that sucked in a bunch of other commitments. In the next seven days, I have three rehearsals, three musical gigs, tickets to see a Christmas Carol, and a freelance writing deadline. I’m out every single night this week after today. And I hear a snowstorm is coming tomorrow. The only thing worse than driving in the dark for me is driving in the dark and in the snow.
Today in church there were stuffed animals in the pews. They were there as part of a toy drive. When we sat down, Molly took the stuffed bear from the corner and held it in her lap, cuddling it much of the service. Which is a little bit ironic because of all four of the kids, she was the only one who never attached to a favorite stuffed animal.
Pierce is coming over soon for us to plan music for an upcoming Christmas gig we have playing violin and viola together. It reminds me of the holiday gigs I played last year in December. My sister Cyndi does the number of gigs in one week that I do in one year. Or something like that. Or maybe the talent she has in her pinkie…. However that goes. Anyway, one of those gigs was nothing like I expected.
The summer we were in upstate New York at the string camp, we needed someone to take care of our pets at home while we were away. We had two dogs and a cat. One dog, Lady, was a big German Shepherd-Collie mix who stayed outside most of the time running around and keeping the rabbit population in check. Hercules, or Herky, was Cyndi’s small Pomeranian-Chihuahua mix who stayed inside most of the time, but could run around our 1.5 acre yard if he wanted to pretend he was as fierce and mighty as the German Shepherd for a few minutes. Mostly, he didn’t want to. He’d rather stay inside and rest on a pillow with our cat, Poppy. Poppy was mine. He was a Siamese, formally named Papasan. He was an indoor cat and we never let him outside.
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Life with Quadruplets
As a mother of quadruplets, I've had plenty of crazy experiences raising "supertwins." I blog a lot of memories about my kids. Sometimes just my thoughts on things. I get those sometimes—when my brain works. Which is about one third of the time.