I can't see clearly now...even though the rain is gone.

There's nothing like an annual eye exam to remind me of how blind I actually am. They take my contacts out and expect me to read the letters on the white sheet in front of me. Without my contacts, I can't even see the white sheet...let alone the big "E" on it.  Suprisingly, though, the doc informed me that the reason I'm having trouble seeing out of my left eye is because apparently as we age, our eyes sometimes regain sight, leaving one eye "over-corrected.".

My perscription plummeted from a -13.00 to a -12.00.

WOW.

The problem is, none of the circular panes she flicked past my eyes (...which is clearer...number one....or number two....three...or four...) were actually clear. They were all varying levels of blurry with a large hint of glare. So, forgive me if I'm not entirely convinced that my eyes are indeed improving.

But, I figure she's the one with the opthamology degree so who am I to ask questions.

The MOST amusing part of the whole experience was attempting to navigate 270 with my pupils dilated to the size of small coffee saucers. I seriously haven't seen pupils that big since a college boyfriend looked me straight in the eye and swore to me that he hadn't been smoking anything. Wanna know something funny? I actually believed him. It really is a wonder I made it through college alive...

Anyway, they really should issue a warning before you come to an appointment like this to bring a driver with you. I couldn't even see to sign my own name on my bill...let alone navigate traffic. Heck...I still can't see clearly and it's almost bedtime!

But, I did make it home ok...and then sat on the couch all evening with my eyes closed. My poor husband had to sacrifice his fun plans for us to go play tennis---AND he had to do the bills all by himself. What a trooper.

Here's to clearer vision in the morning.

I need tequila. Oh wait...I already had some. Chocolate will have to do.

Today, I cracked open our Anthology of Western Music and began the laborious attempt to stay awake for at least thirty minutes of Greece and Rome.

I have proficiency exams in approximately 3 months.

It will take the duration to dig 2500 years of western music history out of my brain and the pages of my book.

Oh, yippee.

Maybe some of it will stick with me this time.

Prokofiev

And this...

Because James Galway is my hero..

When I was a little budding flutist, I would play my Telemann sonatas along with my CD of him playing it. It was awful because I really just couldn't keep up:)

Syrinx

I'm finally learning this piece....

In honor of Kim Underwood. :)



mmm...sweet sleep

It's Tuesday--my day off--and it was oh so glorious to sleep in until 7:45am.

The sun is streaming through the blinds and after I sit here and veg in front of the tv computer I'm thinking I'm going to go for a REALLY long run.

But as for now, I shall be content yelling at the ridiculous jerks on  "16 and Pregnant".

It really is the right thing to do.

On the road again...

I'm emotionally exhausted...but nevertheless...the show must go on!

We are leaving in a few short minutes to spend the weekend auditioning and looking for apartments.

Craziness.

But, I'm sure everything will be fine.

Just fine.

And maybe if I repeat that to myself enough, I might start to believe it. :)

Blessings

Ok...I know my posting is getting a little out of hand...but I'm just making up for lost time.

I've been thinking about this song a lot this year, and I've been wanting to post it on here for a while.

I heard it in the middle of a really terrible week when I thought everything I'd ever known was all just a big fat lie. I was sick of my marriage...my friends...my family...where we live...my job...and to add to all the gloom and doom...the weather had been gray and dreary for weeks. Each day I would plead for God to just fix it all. To make me and my life better so that I could just function.

All day, I'd been running around like a crazy person trying to get everything done for everyone who needed it--and finally I was speeding down the highway to get to Wildwood so I could babysit my niece and nephews. Of course, construction on 270 delayed me when I would've otherwise been on time..and I HATE ALWAYS BEING LATE!!

I was absolutely spent.

And then this song came on the radio...just as the sun was setting through the breaking clouds. Truly, a marvelous sight to behold. The most eloquent words I could produce for you right now could not describe the overwhelming sense of the peace of God's presence with me at that very moment. All of a sudden, I just knew everything was going to be ok.

Nothing was solved, of course, but I was definitely not alone.

Slowly, a lone tear trickled from my right eye (it always starts with that one...)...and before I knew it I was bawling so hard I missed my exit. I had to drive all the way to Six Flags so I could turn around and catch the correct highway.
 
I hope the words of this song are encouraging to wherever you are right now...

And if you've already heard it a thousand times...thanks for humoring me anyway:)

Blessings



by Laura Story
We pray for blessings,
We pray for peace,
Comfort for family,
Protection while we sleep.
We pray for healing,
Prosperity.
We pray for your mighty hand,
To ease our suffering.

And all the while,
You hear each spoken need--
Your love is way too much to give us lesser things.

What if your blessings come through raindrops?
What if your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know you’re near?
What if trials of this life are your mercies in disguise?

We pray for wisdom,
Your voice to hear,
We cry in anger when we cannot feel you near.
We doubt your goodness,
We doubt your love,
As if every promise from your word is not enough.

And all the while
You hear each desperate plea
And long that we’d have faith to believe.

What if your blessings come through raindrops?
What if your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know you’re near?
What if trials of this life are your mercies in disguise?

When friends betray us,
When darkness seems to win, we know
The pain reminds this heart that this is not our home.

What if your blessings come through raindrops?
What if your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know you’re near?

What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Are the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy?
And what if trials of this life--
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights--
Are your mercies in disguise?