PennyDaisy

Mercy!  Yesterday was crazy.  I would call it a freaking-out day. 

I spent several hours recording music for Michelle’s plays.  No, I
wasn’t playing the whole time–Hannah and Noah did some, too.  But
it still freaked me out, trying to be creative, and I think I was tense.  My neck and shoulders were hurting
later.  It’s bad enough to try to perform–perfectly–a piece
you’ve been playing for years.  It’s worse when you have to make
something up on the spot.  On the other hand, I was working for
creepy and mysterious, so as long as I stayed away from major cords, I
didn’t really consider anything a mistake.  Nice.  Anyway, I
hope we gave Michelle something to work with.  Hannah had a couple
of really nice ones (including a Chopin), and Noah has a couple of
really amazing original pieces.  The best part was having the
strawberries and cream that Abby made.  (Thank you, dear.  It
was so relaxing to sit in there with “the girls.”)

Last night we watched The Village,
and I freaked out again.  I kept trying to cover my ears, and my
cousin would pull my hand off and hold it down.  And when
I tried to hide behind my pillow, he took that away, too.  Which
means I was forced to see and hear the entire thing.  People told
me that it wasn’t as scary as Signs, but I disagree.  While it did take me longer to trust the darkness after Signs,
I wasn’t nearly as terrified during the actual movie.  (I heard
that Sigourney Weaver had nightmares for two weeks after reading the
script–and that didn’t even have music in it!)  The main girl
is way too good an actress.  (Did ya’ll know she’s Ron Howard’s
daughter?)  There were a couple of times when I could hardly catch
my breath because I could feel exactly what the character did. 
The most redeeming quality about the movie (besides
what you find out at the end, and how amusing Kevin was), is the story
of the boy and girl. 
I love how the director did the scene where he grabs her hand and saves
her–slow motion, totally unexpected music.  And the speech on her
front porch–!  What girl wouldn’t fall for that?!  I was
ready to marry him on the spot.  *wink*

We also watched Chronicles of Riddick, which kept us up too late, so I
feel kind of like a zombie today.  That movie bugged me because he
didn’t get the girl.  I was already annoyed that The Village
wasn’t longer (I wanted to see him get well!), and it took much
persuasion from my cousins for me to see that Riddick just isn’t the
type of guy who gets the girl, or even wants to.  Bah!  What
kind of hero is that?  He’ll fall for one eventually.

I think I need to see The Village again.  Or at least the sweet parts…. *smiles*

On a more…shall we say, spiritual note…I’ve been reading some
amazing Scriptures all week that have overwhelmed me.  I haven’t
even been able to collect my thoughts on them long enough to write them
down.  And Dad read some excellent stuff from James this
morning.  He talked a lot about the tongue.  It’s like the
verse Abby and I liked from last Sunday night–about speaking only what
is good for necessary edification.  Hmm…now I wonder about all
the stuff I just shared…

Edify, Sara…edify.