Stream of consciousness ramblings

My dear one,

This morning as I was getting ready for church, I was listening to Max McLean read Luke 24. This chapter gives me goosebumps every time. Especially the part about the men on the road to Emmaus. Wow.

At church I was scheduled to work in the nursery for the morning worship service, but I was pulled out to cover piano instead, because the usual pianist was out of town. I typically play only for the evening service. Piano was my first instrument -- my mom began teaching me when I was five or so. But when I added my "other instrument" at the age of nine, piano took somewhat of a secondary role. I am thankful to have that foundation in piano though, because it enables me to help out my small church, as well as other benefits like accompanying my students (at least on a basic level) and strengthening my theory skills (music theory has been my minor area of study throughout my doctoral coursework). 

Theory and analysis, by the way, plays a significant part in my paper, and I am so grateful for my wonderful minor professor who has made so many helpful suggestions. I've take a number of her seminar classes, and it is because of her that I found my research topic in the first place. I think she enjoyed having me in her classes because when I was at her office the other day she said, "You are one of the most memorable students I've taught here, and my only regret is that the theory department couldn't persuade you to switch your major." I wrote a LOT of analysis papers for her, so it's only fitting that she's now reading my thesis! :)

At our weekly church fellowship meal after the evening service, I was sitting across the table from two little boys, ages 5 and 6, who asked me questions non-stop: "Can you make yourself invisible? How old are you? What's fifteen thousand plus fifteen thousand? Do you like the red ink I drew on my nose?" I was amused.

I called my mom when I got home. "You sound tired," she said. Um, yeah, just a little... Tomorrow I think I'll sleep in. I overslept this morning and barely got to Sunday School on time. So much for a leisurely Sunday morning. At least they provide coffee before Sunday School. :) And there were oatmeal creme pies this morning too (leftover from the church camping trip I didn't go on...)! Score!

Goodnight, my someone, goodnight my love.

Sleep tight, my someone, sleep tight, my love.

Our star is shining its brightest light,
For goodnight, my love, for goodnight.

Sweet dreams be your, dear, if dreams there be.

Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.

I wish I they may and I wish they might.

Now goodnight, my someone, good night.

True love can be whispered from heart to heart

When lovers are parted, they say.

But I must depend on a wish and a star

As long as my heart doesn't know who you are.

Sweet dreams be your, dear, if dreams there be.

Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.

I wish I they may and I wish they might.

Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight.

(Meredith Willson's The Music Man)