IrishOboe

I very much enjoyed today and didn’t let any woes bother me.  I enjoyed each activity and am not panicked about anything.  Life is good.  I started the morning off by sleeping in accidentally, which meant forfeiting an hour of morning practice, but I fit it in in the afternoon so it all worked out.  I started the day at school with a half-hour of Baroque dance.  My teacher from last spring invited me to join her in a concert but I can’t make the Sunday rehearsals so she met with me quickly to bring me up to speed.  It was great fun to dance again and my muscles are surely not used to it!  I find it odd that I have no concerts scheduled except for one week in April where I have two.  Anyway, it should be great fun.

In Musicus und Cantor a visiting student sat in and basically asked why we’re bothering to study medieval music.  It is funny how we are not very able to answer this fundamental question that comes from outside quite a bit.  Why not?  Why study anything?  Why would you not want to?  We’re so involved we don’t often ask the question, why am I here?  Sometimes it’s better not to think about it too much, I think.  Anyway, Renaissance dance was fun and a challenge since I’d missed two weeks in a row and they’d done quite a bit.

This evening I had a lovely guest over and I realize I am not practiced at hosting, but we had a great time.  We had raclette and girl talk, which was perfectly delightful.  Stephanie loves sweets :) so I made foolproof fudge.  Unfortunately, I was fool enough to outfool the foolproof fudge.  I grabbed the wrong can because I was in a hurry and instead of getting sweetened condensed milk I got the unsweetened kind.  Adding sugar didn’t fix the consistency so we ended up with chocolate pudding of sorts.  Stephanie was a champ and ate it gladly anyway.

The evening went far too quickly but I’m glad I made the effort to get some time with her.  I should practice my hosting skills more often, but first I need to make sure I fit in practice time . . .

I have to remind myself that I’ve not even been here for two months.  I can’t expect to be completely integrated already, and making close friends takes time.  It is lovely to know someone who seems to enjoy my company as much as I do hers and who is similar in her thinking and struggles but who also inspires me to be better and love God more.  It’s too bad she’s a 30 min tram ride away.  Of course there’s no replacement for old friendships, but wherever we are I think we need to share the deeper things of life with people face-to-face.  At least I’m surely glad to have it!

(Disclaimer:  Excitement over a new friend reflects in no way on the worth or appreciation of other friends.  I am blessed with many dear friends and I am thankful for it.  Yet each friend satisfies a different need and deserves different praise.  I just don’t always have time to write about it.)