6 calls and counting

I had 6 calls to play Christmas Eve.  Each one said "it's only a little music" Four of the 6 were midnight services.  I declined all of them.  I've also received calls for other dates but remain picky about when I want to go out, load the harp in the snow, navigate the hill, etc etc.  It's okay.  I know I can still play.

Had a great Saturday.  I touched base with my friend, Naomi the massage therapist--and she worked on my heel spur.  My foot does feel better.  I read a bit online and it can come from wearing bad shoes (ah, like flip flops and heels most of the summer ;-) It is aggravated by my mega walking on cement at school.  Oh well.

Had a great lecture week. We are in the Medieval period so of course I am quite content with the presentation of Giotto.  I believe Jeanine and I saw some Giotto in Venice and Florence, though the motherlode that I saw was in Padua--Arena Chapel.  I also discovered that one of the most famous of all Medieval frescos was in a long building in front and to the side of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.  Jeanine and I spent a lot of time leaning there and not going in to that site.  Oh well, next time!  Perhaps I'll take Hunter on a European holiday for his graduation from Middle School.  

Worked hard--cleaned house, made banana bread, finishing the scalloped potatoes and ham, ran errands including at Meijer where a smiling Diana was waving at me from the check out counter.  (I never noticed her eyes are green with tints of beige--very pretty!) Got back home in time to run to Heydlauff's to price a frig.  I think I know now what I want, but not sure it will fit in the space--so will have to do some more measuring and checking.  The old frig (we bought it when Jean-Pierre was born) has been making chipmunk sounds.  It has done a good job of holding on. (It's been making the sounds since May)

Off to wander

{}{}