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👌❤ #chicagoblackhawks #blackhawks #hockey #chelseadagger

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👌❤ #chicagoblackhawks #blackhawks #hockey #chelseadagger

Black Friday

Since I’ve been working so much, I have to choose my days off carefully. Thanksgiving and the day after were natural first choices, as they are always days filled with family tradition. Sometimes Thanksgiving Day comes with some drama, (not between me and my immediate family, but among the elders) but this one was smooth and very enjoyable.

I came home yesterday to find all of my stuffed animals from childhood, brought down from the attic by my parents, carefully arranged on my bed.  The memories came back.  I could recall when and where I received 90% of them.  I could remember putting things in their pockets, taking off their clothes, and redressing them like they were my babies.  They all looked so worn, but so loved.

Today we went to cut down our Christmas tree.  We always go to the same farm, but today the traditions changed a bit.  We stopped for coffee on the way there, so we skipped out on the hot cider.  Then on the way back, we discovered that our go-to Mexican spot is now closed.  Another restaurant had to suffice.

Once we got the tree home, we put on some music to set the mood as we decorated.  I remarked that this is the time of the year that I miss choir the most. The Christmas concerts were always so much fun, and it always started feeling like the holiday season once we started rehearsing.

I found my CDs of Handel’s Messiah, and decided that they would be appropriate music for the ride home.  We performed the entire first half my junior year of high school.  As I rode back, I listened to that whole half, singing the alto parts, most of which I remember.  My voice has matured since we sang it back then.  I really miss singing.

I stopped at my boyfriend’s house to say hello to his cats since he’s been out of town all week.  Called home to let them know that I made it back safely.  When I went to leave, I assured the cats that their dad is coming back tomorrow and that I’ve enjoyed hanging out with them all week.  I said that hope they feel the same.

I loaded my dog into the car and turned the Messiah back on.  He gave me that concerned look he always does when I sing, like he doesn’t quite know what to make of it. “Are you trying to talk to me?” he asks.  After singing a couple of my favorites again, I switched out to the second disk for the Hallelujah Chorus.  We sang that at the end of every Christmas concert, and alumni were always invited to the stage to join.  I remember how Mr. Emig hated when we over-emphasized the “-jah” and wanted us to practically whisper it.  

Music has a way of getting to me emotionally in a way few other things do.  Even religious music, through which I no longer feel like I’m praising God, moves me tremendously. (Churches still do the same thing, too.  Last summer at the Cathedral de Seville, I had the same reverent, amazed feeling that I do when I star gaze.) 

Forever and ever. Forever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelu-jah! Hal-le-lu…I couldn’t vocalize the last “jah,” as the tears overwhelmed me.

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This is beautiful!
joshsternberg:

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The Space Shuttle Endeavour’s Final Launch seen from a commercial plane window, captured by Stefanie Gordon.

Stunning.

This is beautiful!

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The Space Shuttle Endeavour’s Final Launch seen from a commercial plane window, captured by Stefanie Gordon.

Stunning.

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I will miss you most of all…
Thanks for a great run, Buff.

I will miss you most of all…

Thanks for a great run, Buff.

Shivers.  I will never forget this game.  GO HAWKS!

While visiting work:

  • I recently asked the two pharmacists that I work with to write recommendations for me so that I can volunteer at a pharmacy in the city. One of the pharmacists, John, told me a couple weeks ago that he completed and submitted it. I emailed my contact person last week, and she said that she had not received it. I figured that it was some sort of online form, and that John had neglected to hit "Submit" or something, based on my experience watching him work with computers. When I got to the pharmacy, he told me that he faxed it (something that he does multiple times on a daily basis) awhile ago, but he still had the form. He went to the back and got it, then showed it to me. My name was not indicated anywhere on the form. An excerpt from the subsequent conversation follows.
  • Me: Could you please write my name on the recommendation?
  • John: [Gazing intently at me] Your eyes are two different colors, aren't they?
  • Me: [Suddenly concerned that I am having some sort of brain malfunction] Um, not that I know of?
  • John: Yeah, that one's darker than that one.
  • Me: [Baffled] Oh, really? Ok. Anyway, could you write my name here?
  • John: Yeah, that's probably why they haven't accepted you yet.
  • [I ignored the fact that what was supposed to be a 9 in the fax number looked suspiciously like a 5 in his handwriting, so I am guessing that he just faxed it to the wrong number.]
  • I suppose there are a couple of lessons to be learned here. One is that fax is whack. The other is to always be on your toes and expect the unexpected when talking to older male pharmacists. From what I've seen, the profession always seems to make them kind of quirky after awhile. Maybe that's just how all older men are.
  • Also, please note that I examined my eyes when I got home, and they are still, as they always have been, hazel-ish green. I can't believe I actually checked.
Perspective: Obama’s desk is way more organized than mine usually is.  I should work on that.

Perspective: Obama’s desk is way more organized than mine usually is.  I should work on that.

Hold fast to the human inside of you, and you’ll survive.

-The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Fantastic movie.

<3 this show.

<3 this show.

Arcade Fire - Wake Up

Addicted.