PennyDaisy

‘ello, my freaky daahlings….

Well, I started piano lessons again today.  Teaching, not taking.  I kind of wish I were taking, but then I’d be spending money instead of making it.  And money, not music is the key thing these days.  (Traveling does that.)

I start French class on Thursday.  This one I am not teaching.  (HA!  Michelle would laugh.)  But I don’t have to pay for this because I am teacher’s pet.  Well, more like teacher’s slave.  I grade homework in exchange for lessons.  Not bad, eh?  I just wish I retained more of what she’s teaching us.  This semester I’m praying that I’ll be more diligent in homework.  YOU CANNOT CRAM FOR A FOREIGN LANGUAGE!!!  You lose practice and discipline when you haven’t had to do school in…seven years?

Sisters and I also have to sing Thursday afternoon.  We sing once a month at a nursing home in Friendswood.  I usually force myself to go and then end up having a blast.  You know, old people are like kids only worse.  They fight with each other and sneak cake behind the director’s back.  And they tell you they’ve been to your house and ask when can they come back and have you seen their son lately.  I’m amazed that I can can go into a “ministry” and come out more ministered to than I feel I ministered.  What I was trying to say with that word-crazy sentence was, I’m think I’m more blessed by singing and visiting with these people than they are blessed by me being there.  Isn’t that awesome?  God really does work in mysterious ways.

It’s late and that fact is starting to reflect in my thinking.  So before I make a fool of myself (as I usually do when I’m over-tired, according to Jon), I will stop sharing my thoughts. 

**edit–I acutally posted this on the sixth…after midnight.  technically the seventh, but to me it’s still Tuesday.