NaBloPoMo Day 6: When you were 8(ish), what did you want to be when you grew up?
My answer to the post was/is: A nun. The Sound of Music had just been released. Once my parents and Roman Catholic relatives explained that one to me. (It’s pretty hard to be a nun when you are a Presbyterian.) …that’s when I truly understood my obsession with musical theatre.
Here are my answers to the Friday Five Questions:
What is your “gotta go!” breakfast that you can grab and take with you in the morning when you’re in a rush?
Kind bars. Specifically cinnamon Barring that (see what I did there?) I would take a whole grain, gluten free cinnamon toaster waffle from the “good for you” foods we have delivered every week.
And COFFEE. ALWAYS COFFEE!
The Barrister doesn’t “do” breakfast except on special occasions. The darling daughters are grown ups at 25 and 18 and on their own.
When was the last time you had a fun evening out, and what did you do?
Hmmm. Well, I just got home from vacation, and we were out every day (almost) and we spent every night in and that was fun. The cottage we rented did not have any good family games so we went out and purchased one. We didn’t want to get something we already had at home so we ended up with a game called “Smart A**”. It is sort of a combination of Trivia Pursuit, Cards Against Humanity and Apples to Apples. We had to modify some of the rules to fit our own sense of fairness and to make it more interesting, but we played it several nights and really enjoyed it. Of course having adult darling daughters who can sip a bit of wine or enjoy a stein of brew along with the parentals made it even more fun. The Barrister had a good time too. Now that is an accomplishment!
Favorite poet or poem?
So We’ll Go No More A Roving by Lord Byron
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
Who makes you laugh?
The Barrister in a good mood and the darling daughters almost always.
Where do you like to go for some “time apart,” in the way that Jesus took time apart?
This is a difficult question because I am more likely to “find myself alone” these days thanto actually plan for the time. Yet having alone spiritual time has never been a problem for me. I walk, or just shut a door and get sometime to myself. We have a lovely porch where I can go in the months before winter sets in and we have a library in the manse where I use to spend most mornings.
Oh and here is yesterdays writing prompt….
NaBloPoMo Day 5: I had a little furnace mishap at church on Sunday. What’s something you’ve done for your work that wasn’t exactly in the job description?
I like to clean out and organize.
I think it is left over from when I was a Church Educator.
And I really love to see what people have stashed away in churches.
But I also know it is a form of procrastination.
My most recent project is cleaning out the choir music files (in search of more file space for other things).
Our choir has not functioned in at least 2 years. We have 2 full to the brim file drawers of music and no one in charge of music at the Wee Kirk. So I cleaned out all the junk (1970s xerox copies on that paper that is shinny on one side and the ink comes off on your hands) and pieces of music in more than 4 parts. (When did Wee Kirk ever have a choir that could do 6and 8 part choral music???)
I found a number of pieces that darling daughter could use with the youth choir – except the youth really don’t want to sing so we have to re-think that whole project.
I found a number of pieces that darling daughter 1 and 2 could do as solos or as duets.
All in all – a productive form of procrastination.
Some time I need to write about all the gems I purchased from previous churches — furniture, dishes, tea sets, rugs, books, etc. doing church clean outs.