Today is my first day off since I declared my year of Awesome Fun. I look around me and I am sitting in piles of stuff that needs attention and my eyes are a bit squinty because I am still on the sleepy side of the day (it maybe 1:14 pm MST but I had a WOW of a week and I just caught up on sleep – which is AWESOME!).
I started my new job this week and after 3 days I logged 26km of walking. The cool part is, I am keeping active during the day and this will adds loads of benefits to my overall fitness levels because I am still trying to keep up with my fitness plan – although -41C has been keeping me inside on DangerBike. I just won’t run when it is this cold for safety reasons. I am a little bit frightened of my half marathon in January, but…whatever…I’ll be in Walt Disney World, haw bad can it be?
I learned about a Beer-vent calendar and MAN I wish I knew about it in November because a different international beer a day in December sounds awesome! Next year I will give it a try.
I bought a ton on bath stuff at Bath and Body works because tub time is my favourite time of the day, me + book + bubbles = Heaven! I finally got to indulge last night because I knew I could sleep in this morning. Good thing too, because I was SO FREAKING COLD from my drive home from work at 10:00 pm, that I never ever would have fallen asleep. Best sleep EVER!
I have a I Heart Mickey NYC cup that I drink my water out of. It makes me stupidly happy for reason beyond comprehension. I indulge in it after coffee.
I had eggnog in my coffee this morning. Enough said.
My kids performed at Convocation Hall on Wednesday. Both had solo or major parts. I heard my daughter do a jazz solo on a grand piano, the kid has never had piano lessons. It was a cool experience. Their ensemble will be competing in an international competition again in California. They came in second last year. Fingers crossed they will be first this year, however…it is all about the experience, not the medal (says the mom who promotes process verses product).
A quiet morning off before I go to work is a night owl’s DREAM COME TRUE! I spent the morning laughing with my team about stupid stuff. And really, can it be more fun than laughing? I think not.
Well…that may not be entirely true, but I was in a band. I was the only female – chic if you will – in a basement band. We didn’t have a garage to play in; our parents gave us a Rec Room. I was lead vocals and keyboard. We played Journey, Led Zeplin, original music , and an assortment of contemporary rock. Often we played in the leader’s basement. His name was Denis. His brother let me use his keyboard because my dad was not so interested in hauling our Mason & Risch Piano around to my friends homes. It was easier to cart around Denis’s brother’s keyboard than Ross’s drum kit. The rest of the band was made up of a cast of characters that mom refered to as “Huey Dewy and Louie” in spite of the fact there was only two other members, Paul and Renee.
I always had more guy friends than gals. I would be playing the piano in my basement rec room when the backdoor bell would ring. If my parents knew the guys were coming over, my dad would anser the door…always. The back door had one steep step. my dad on a good day stands at 6’2″. He would open the door and loom over the fella’s with his hands on his hips. He would glare at the guys in silence for about a minute and say things like “I have a gun and I know how to use it”, or “I know where you live”. My dad was a teacher and had that “teacher look” that was required for disappointment purposes. He used it on the guys all the time. The guys would laugh, ” Hahahaha Mr, E(dmonton) you are so funny!” “What ever you say Mr. E!” The guys would come to the rec room and tell me how lucky I was that my dad was such a great guy….
They would sit on the couch and tell me to play what I had been working on. Ross would tap out a beat with his sticks and Denis and I would sing harmonies. When we had it figured out we would head over to Denis’ house, but I would have to take my bike or borrow mom’s car because I was NOT under ANY circumstances ALLOWED to ride in Ross’ car. Dad had Ross as a student once….knowing him that way sealed the deal. NO BEING IN ROSS’s CAR EVER. That was fine. I prefered driving myself and still do. I LOVED cruising around Sherwood Park in my mom’s Datsun B210 Mustard Yellow with a baseball bat beside my seat…for just in case. You’d think the way my dad was over protective that guys were flocking in hordes to my house….not so Mr. E, not so. If they were, my dad had successfully scared them all away. As far as I was concerned, I was one of the guys…except with maybe Ross. Hindsight tells me dad may have been right, but I was oblivious. Besides, I had a certain set of standards. The guy I dated needed to have a job, not live in his car, his thighs had to be larger than mine ( I was a cyclist so boys with stick bodies just didn’t do it for me), AND go to school. Being a drop-out was just not okay. Therefore, Ross was off the radar on all accounts.
Our goal was to play in front of an audience that wasn’t our parents. HA! That never happened, only Denis was serious. The rest of us were just goofing around having fun. Eventually, Denis fired us all. I think he is a Country Singer or DJ or something. I saw him on a TV ad during the National Rodeo Finals in November.
Playing the drums the other day had triggered that memory. I hadn’t thought about those details in a very long time. Today I sat down at the piano and played for the first time in years…possibly 10 years or longer.
I ran scales and thought of my piano teacher and how she use to put pennies on my hands to keep them up. I heard “clicking” and remember how she would tell me to cut my nails. I was surprised at how easily everything came back to me. Then I opened some books of my offspring. They play and I do not. I can still sight read my way through a simple song. When I pulled out some more complicated classical…I stumbled.
Today I thought my “New Thing” should be Learn a New Piano Song. I have been feeling melancholy lately so I pulled out Feed the Birds by the Sherman Brothers. I had never played it before in my life, but I often sang it for my mom. Me and Mary Poppins go waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back. This was always one of my favorites. 4 tries of sight reading, learning the bridge separately, and 6 practice runs…I learned it. Several more practice runs and it will be memorized. I forgot how much I love playing the piano. I went a printed off some music. Classical music by Bach, Liszt, Mozart and Beethoven were found on free downloads. Sonatina in C was my first choice. All it did was made me miss the Mason & Risch, which had a rich sound like a honky tonk piano. Not classical like a Yamaha or a Steinway, but I loved it. It reminded me of THE Piece I played when the company came over. It was my concert piece. The Swallow opus 100 no 24 in G by Friedrich Burgmüller. Dad would always say…play it for me.
After hours a few minutes of searching (thank you University for teaching me awesome search techniques for impossible things) I found it in spite of not having all the title or the composer. The best news? I was able to download and print it. It is more complicated than I am capable of right now.