Sunday, November 27, 2011
"Good morning," said the little prince.
"Good morning," said the railway switchman.
"What is it that you do here?" asked the prince.
"I sort out travelers into bundles of a thousand," the switchman said. "I dispatch the trains that carry them, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left."
And a brightly lit express train, roaring like thunder, shook the switchman's cabin.
"What a hurry they're in," said the little prince. "What are they looking for?"
"Not even the engineer on the locomotive knows," the switchman said.
And another brightly lit express train thundered by in the opposite direction.
"Are they coming back already?" asked the little prince.
"It's not the same ones," the switchman said. "It's an exchange."
"They weren't satisfied, where they were?" asked the little prince.
"No one is ever satisfied where he is," the switchman said.
And a third brightly lit express train thundered by.
"Are they chasing the first travelers?" asked the little prince.
"They're not chasing anything," the switchman said. "They're sleeping in there, or else they're yawning. Only the children are pressing their noses against the windowpanes."
"Only the children know what they're looking for," said the little prince. "They spend their time on a rag doll and it becomes very important, and if it's taken away from them, they cry..."
"They're lucky," the switchman said.
"Good morning," said the railway switchman.
"What is it that you do here?" asked the prince.
"I sort out travelers into bundles of a thousand," the switchman said. "I dispatch the trains that carry them, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left."
And a brightly lit express train, roaring like thunder, shook the switchman's cabin.
"What a hurry they're in," said the little prince. "What are they looking for?"
"Not even the engineer on the locomotive knows," the switchman said.
And another brightly lit express train thundered by in the opposite direction.
"Are they coming back already?" asked the little prince.
"It's not the same ones," the switchman said. "It's an exchange."
"They weren't satisfied, where they were?" asked the little prince.
"No one is ever satisfied where he is," the switchman said.
And a third brightly lit express train thundered by.
"Are they chasing the first travelers?" asked the little prince.
"They're not chasing anything," the switchman said. "They're sleeping in there, or else they're yawning. Only the children are pressing their noses against the windowpanes."
"Only the children know what they're looking for," said the little prince. "They spend their time on a rag doll and it becomes very important, and if it's taken away from them, they cry..."
"They're lucky," the switchman said.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Another wonderful Thanksgiving with the family. I am thankful for a family that doesn't just get along, but who actually likes each other! And especially this year for the good health of all.
Afterwards I went with my parents and Craig to the new Muppet movie. Man, that brought back memories! It also made me laugh harder than I have laughed in a very long time. Wakka. Wakka. My favorite song in the movie was Cee Lo sung by chickens. Here it is. The Muppets originally aired when my parents were closer to my age, but in my early years (back in NY), I had videos of the shows that I would watch over and over and over and over. Something about those characters reminds me of childhood, a place where everything is new and magical and special.
I feel like America has a soft spot for the Muppets. Maybe it's just my generation... or maybe it's just me. I love Kermit, Miss Piggy, Gonzo, Beaker, the Swedish Chef, Sam the Eagle, and all the others. I'm a fan!
Afterwards I went with my parents and Craig to the new Muppet movie. Man, that brought back memories! It also made me laugh harder than I have laughed in a very long time. Wakka. Wakka. My favorite song in the movie was Cee Lo sung by chickens. Here it is. The Muppets originally aired when my parents were closer to my age, but in my early years (back in NY), I had videos of the shows that I would watch over and over and over and over. Something about those characters reminds me of childhood, a place where everything is new and magical and special.
I feel like America has a soft spot for the Muppets. Maybe it's just my generation... or maybe it's just me. I love Kermit, Miss Piggy, Gonzo, Beaker, the Swedish Chef, Sam the Eagle, and all the others. I'm a fan!
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Some news (with accompanying photos):
-My league team, "The Isobars" got second place in league this season. I should be upset that we lost in finals by one point, but in reality I am simply out-of-my-mind excited to have played in finals at all.
-I had to give my kitty-on-loan back. :( I miss him already.
-I bought a pretty sweet hat.
-One of my students won first place in a flute competition!
-My car hit 200,000 miles. It's only a 2001 model!
-My grandma was back in the hospital for a overnight, but she is back home now. Prayer on this matter would be nice!
-Thanksgiving is this week, and I will be back in Florida in less than 48 hours!
-My league team, "The Isobars" got second place in league this season. I should be upset that we lost in finals by one point, but in reality I am simply out-of-my-mind excited to have played in finals at all.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Band concert tonight. Lovely music and piccolo that made my ears hurt. I both love and hate piccolo. It's kind of like candy in that way. I immensely enjoy them, but they are both bad for my health. Also, the first time in my life when a composer has shaken my hand after his piece. Yeah! Milestones!
THEN. Speeding to the Isobars game. I played two points and scored two points. That's the first time in my life where I've had a 100% scoring rate!
There is a kitty in my apartment right now.
Loving life right now!
THEN. Speeding to the Isobars game. I played two points and scored two points. That's the first time in my life where I've had a 100% scoring rate!
There is a kitty in my apartment right now.
Loving life right now!
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
I have four living grandparents. They are all in relatively good health--they still walk around, make food, live by themselves--all the things expected of a normal independent couple. As if this is not blessing enough, they all live within a mile of my house in Florida. Walking distance! They are friends--my grandmas go garage saleling together, they play cards, watch sports, gossip. I get to see them a lot when I am at home, but obviously, not so much when I am in Arizona.
They're all very loving, and have unique personalities. I love them all, and it is very interesting to try to figure out from whom I have inherited my personality traits and appearance. I have my maternal grandmother's eyes but the Stahl nose. The shortness came from my mom's side and the thinness came from the Stahl side.
Today one of my grandmas had heart surgery. She has a strong family history of heart disease, and it scares me that she, who is possibly the healthiest of all four, would require this surgery. The procedure apparently is common and not very dangerous, but she had some unusual complications afterwards.
My mom called me and told me about these complications today, and once I hung up, I just started crying. I always knew that my grandparents were getting old, but I have never truly faced the reality of losing one of them. That thought just makes the tears well up all over again.
I am considering moving back to Florida next year, and being able to see my grandparents would be high among the reasons why. They aren't going to live forever. I should be there with them.
They're all very loving, and have unique personalities. I love them all, and it is very interesting to try to figure out from whom I have inherited my personality traits and appearance. I have my maternal grandmother's eyes but the Stahl nose. The shortness came from my mom's side and the thinness came from the Stahl side.
Today one of my grandmas had heart surgery. She has a strong family history of heart disease, and it scares me that she, who is possibly the healthiest of all four, would require this surgery. The procedure apparently is common and not very dangerous, but she had some unusual complications afterwards.
My mom called me and told me about these complications today, and once I hung up, I just started crying. I always knew that my grandparents were getting old, but I have never truly faced the reality of losing one of them. That thought just makes the tears well up all over again.
I am considering moving back to Florida next year, and being able to see my grandparents would be high among the reasons why. They aren't going to live forever. I should be there with them.
