Saturday, Jan. 19th I went for a run with Valda through the forest paths. I managed the trails barefoot, which made me happy. After we had stew and bread and throughout it all we had great conversation.
Sunday (20) Stephan preached and it was a rather strange experience for me. I suppose pastors’ wives get used to it. Some of us went to lunch afterwards and then I actually went home for a few hours. It’s been a long time. I was taking care of various business and didn’t manage to start getting ready for my date with Stephan until it was far too late. My sense of duty outweighs my sense of fashion so I ended up rushing just to get dressed in time. Even though I’ve had two boyfriends and had them for a few years each, I’m rather inexperienced at going on dates. Most of our dates were working dates – we had no time or money. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. Stephan and I took the tram to a restaurant and had a lovely dinner. Somehow it made it all seem real, though I still sometimes feel like a little girl and not a women eligible for marriage. Well, it’s a good thing I haven’t had time to write until now because you’ll be spared the sappy gushing on how wonderful it was . . .
Monday (21) I spent the evening with Stephan and we actual did get work done (see previous post on the week after which was last Monday – I just wanted to say that).
Tuesday (22) I went with Stephan to BCF Bible study since he’ll be gone for a while. I had a hard time keeping my mouth shut and my ears open. Just goes to show I need to keep exercised in it and German Bible study doesn’t help because I normally can’t follow enough to say anything intelligent.
Thursday (24) I had lunch again with Margee, and again I enjoyed it. That evening I practiced fiddle at Stephan’s until he got home from work (it takes a lot to plan a six week trip). He made the same fatal mistake my Mom always does. He thought that I could hear him come in, close the door, tromp up the steps, and walk towards me, but of course I was in my own musical world, wandering aimlessly about when I turned and there was a person in my face! I screamed, threw my bow across the room (luckily the fiddle stayed in my hand) and dropped to the chair heart beating wildly. I suppose that’s a sign of true love. And I wonder why I can practice without noticing pain.
Friday (25) I went with Stephan to the airport to say goodbye. We had breakfast together at the airport and I was surprisingly at peace with him leaving. It’s now been a week and it feels like forever and no time at all. Maybe eternity isn’t so hard to imagine after all.
I made it to class as well and that evening went to the hurdy gurdy symposium. The lectures weren’t so interesting to me, but the mini-concert by Ian Harrison was. He played bagpipe music from the British Isles in the medieval and renaissance times and it was so cool. i, VII, i, VII – I could listen to him improvise over it forever. Okay, maybe not, at some point I’d want to join in. Interestingly enough in one manuscript there’s a piece in simple duple (4/4) labeled “nobody’s jig.” I suppose ‘jig’ took on a more specific meaning (6/8) later.
Saturday (26) evening I went to the recital of those teaching at the hurdy gurdy symposium. I didn’t find the Baroque music as interesting, but they did play some wicked duets with amazing technical facility. For the record, it was Jean-Baptiste Dupuits Sixieme Sonate, Oeuvre IIII.
Wow. Updates are shorter when you’ve forgotten the little everyday adventures!
