We had a nice, quiet weekend. We had Friday dinner with my parents, Saturday was guitar lessons and watching Bladerunner with our friends (I liked it more than I thought I would!), Sunday – I sang in church – 4 songs! – it was glorious, (sometimes I can hold the harmony, I can hear the harmony with the rest of the voices. Sometimes the alto part splits into two and I’m only one of a couple of voices and I can hear my contribution, but most of the time, I just tuck in a note that sounds OK with the rest of the notes. lol) celebrating MLK day. I do love so much music in my life, lots of singing and lots of guitar practicing, and I love the social aspect of it all, but I struggle with being OK with…never being very good at it. Is that OK? Of course it’s OK, but it’s disheartening in a kind of over-the-hill kind of way. Monday we had lunch with the pared down DC Martins.
A long time ago, almost a year ago, Vince ask – for his birthday – for us to get pajamas for Elka. So we finally did and it provided some much needed happiness on Monday. Elka is so accommodating to our whims and silliness. What a girl!
