What I'm Reading This Week #34
Hello you sassy beast! Ready for another flip flappin' fantastic weekend? Yes indeedy, Ally Sheedy. It's been a week of working ahead for me as I try to work on ideas for holiday posts. I know, no one is ready for Christmas but spit balling stuff is actually getting me excited for the season. I like to try to give myself the month of December off from writing new posts (except updating weekly happenings) so all I have to do is respond if needed. It lets me take a little mental break during the holidays to try to enjoy what I can then hop back into the new year hopefully rested and ready to roll. We did book our 30th anniversary trip, which is the same one we had to cancel this year and of course got travel insurance. It's just nice to have something to hopefully look forward to and it makes you go "where the heck did 4 1/2 years go?" because it seems like just yesterday we were celebrating our 25th. Do people even celebrate their 30t...
That is exactly why you don't like to barf. All kinds of trauma behind it.
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One of my first real vivid memories of Christmas was the first time I had to be in the Christmas Choir as a kid. You had to be in 4th grade as that was the age to be old enough to be trusted with such an important event. We got in our uniforms and started singing Oh Come All Ye Faithful along with the (at the time) Men's Choir as all of us marched into the church from outside and everyone inside was standing to face us and smiling the biggest happiest smiles I have ever seen a crowd of people have. The church organ ( a huge pipe organ) was in the balcony above us and I remember being told that as we make our way to the front of the church we would have to watch our timing because sounds moves at 1100 feet per second and by the time we got to the front we were far enough away as to see his hand movements before we would hear the organ for song changes. Just always stuck with me because the Choir director and organist was our science teacher too. Being up on the altar with all my classmates and my Dad (he was in the Men's choir as well) was like a rite of passage for me since my older brothers had already done that before. Christas Eve mass was very special because of all that. Months of preparation. A few practice runs before the big day and that night it all just went perfectly and I will never forget it. Being a part of something big like that for the first time in my life at that point was just great to experience at that age.
I don't remember the circumstances but there is a picture of me when I'm around 3 yrs old standing with my sister in front of the tree and I'm bawling my eyes out. It's just the most pitiful thing to see and all I could think was why would you take this right now??? If I can find it, I'll send it to you. My hair was a lot lighter when I was little so it's weird to see. I was a cute kid as a little tyke...what happened?! Bahahaha!!
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