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September 2009
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All told, it's snowed somewhere between 9 and 10 inches, with a thin layer of ice just below halfway down. There are snowdrifts everywhere, wind-sculpted sharp angles like I've never seen in real life... they disappear at the slightest touch, the slightest breath. It's beautiful.

::listens carefully to Glassmen God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen:: We played Winter at this last Colts camp and there's a section of it, in 5, that sounded entirely more familiar than I thought something I hadn't played for 12 months should. I thought they might have quoted each other or something, and some of the Glassmen's version is in fact in 5, but it's not there. It does have the same shape of the line in a few places as Winter, though... ::listens carefully to Trans-Siberian Orchestra's Carol of the Bells/God Rest Ye Merry, as both of those tunes are in Winter, but doesn't really expect to hear it - and, indeed, doesn't::

I didn't think that I couold preserve so precisely a fragment of something from so long ago, especially without even trying. Although there was a part in the Do You Hear What I Hear section that I remembered verbatim. Bizarre, bizarre, as Marie-Laure once said.

Pbbt to you! pbbt I say! to everyone who went to late services or Midnight Mass or anything at all this Eve. We had *nothing*. Not even the come-and-go Communion, because the trustees never contracted anyone to clear the parking lot at Christ, so Dad cancelled the whole thing. But mostly, PBBT to being stuck in churches where they don't have huge musical parties for Christmas Eve.

I am, however, sitting around after having been rather productive for once. I wrapped presents and loaded the dishwasher and tidied the kitchen, just a bit. I made the traditional Egg Bake. (We don't have many traditions in our house, but the ones we do have are guarded ferociously!) I have drunk many good cups of herbal tea. We shoveled the driveway and the patio this afternoon. Dad was so kind as to brave ice and snow to take me to battle the crowds at Wal-Mart, so I could buy presents for him and Samantha, and try to buy groceries (but they didn't have ANY prepared horseradish or ANY hot-air popcorn, and they only had wee cartons of egg nog! GRR.) But I bought them the last two of their presents there were (spiffy alarm clocks like mine. Dad's idea, back in October. Hopefully he's forgotten and will be pleasantly surprised.) I think I am probably inordinately proud of myself. Or perhaps it is sad that I am so proud of myself, 'cos even though I did *some*, all that *was* spread out over like 10 hours. Perhaps I need to be busy more often. Yay, next semester.

Speaking of school (even though I would generally rather run away from the topic of The Past Semester from Hell) my grades came today. I have I's in Intro to Teaching and the practicum, which I expected. I got a B in trumpet class ('cos my notebook sucked) and a B in basic conducting ('cos I never turned in my observation paper.)

But I got A's in everything else. Even in Astronomy. Merry Christmas to me, and thanks to Dr. Peery for taking my paper 1 month and 5 days late - I guess he *hadn't* turned the grades in yet, 'cos I really don't see how he could have given me an A without it (it was supposed to be 10% of the final grade.)

Blah, blah, blah. I should go to bed, in case Santa comes even though Mom's sick and wasn't able to call him tonight. :p ;)

Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: various Christmas tunes

Christ has a parking lot? Dude!


::howls with laughter, once she figures out what you're talking about::

Christ [UMC] is one of Dad's churches.