With no debates or town halls to occupy my time and thoughts, it’s been rather liberating. I may quit reading the news for the near future and de-Trump. It’s been estimated he’s gotten between $2-3 billion in free advertising since his crusade started. It’s almost guaranteed that a news outlet of one kind or another will get readers/viewers if they put his name somewhere in the headlines. Personally, I’m getting sick of it.
Yesterday was Friday all day long and I did Friday things. Breakfast was later than usual because I did 99% of whatever required bending down before I ate.
Cuz came over in the afternoon and we had a good visit. She told me on the way out, that she wouldn’t be back until today so I went ahead and locked up for the duration.
Last night, I had a pretty bad time of it. In addition to some asparagus soup, I had some lightly fried potatoes and a Big Frank. After I went to bed, I coughed and coughed and coughed some more. Then I started having acid along with my reflux. The burning was more than I could handle so I got up and chewed some Tums.
It was probably after midnight before I went to sleep and I had weird dreams. My brother-in-law was there (the husband of my middle sister) and he was concerned about the man I’d married. Said man was very tall, handsome, well-built, black and very young. He was probably in his mid-20s. He was working in South Pittsburg which is, essentially, part of Chattanooga. For that reason, he had an apartment there and had just seen fit to give me a key. I was all excited about that. I’d loaded up the car and was determined to go live with my true love. If I ever discover how it turned out, I’ll let you know.
After that, I was awake off and on. It didn’t make me one bit happy for the timer to go off. I would have loved to snuggle down and go back to sleep but the organ was waiting.
Since TT is the same as Central now, I had to be at church an hour earlier than last week. Of course, everyone else had to, too. I was practicing the hymns when the low E-flat on the pedals decided to act up. For some reason, the 8′ stop is coming in at ‘way more volume than it should. It quit presently but every time I had to play it, I was paranoid that it would do it again. I mentioned it to the pianist and she thinks it should be blown out. Could be. There was a lot of dust in there during the remodel and I knew, then, it wasn’t good for the organ. Something may be messing up the contacts.
The pastor came up before Sabbath School started and asked how long I’d been playing. I told him it felt like all my life. Where had I trained? I’d had one semester of organ when I was in academy. He asked if I’d just taken it from there on my own so I explained that my mother had been a piano/voice teacher. Then he looked at the organ and was making some sort of remark. I told him it was “adequate”. Right now, it does need help. He, of course, has no idea how the organ’s history and mine are so intertwined.
There were a couple of songs that were used today that are heavy on the left hand. That’s not my dominant hand and it’s weak and shaky on top of that. It was kind of hard to keep up and I missed a lot of notes.
During Sabbath School class, I might as well not have been there. People would laugh and I’d have no idea why. Mercifully, the pastor had the lapel mic today and I was able to hear just about every word. He had a good sermon. He was asking what groups of people we should welcome and included LGBT. That was refreshing. My views on the subject have been less than popular.
I’d taken my coat with me and I was glad I had it. It was warm when I first went into the sanctuary but it soon cooled off. I’d tucked a packet of Hot Hands in my purse but I didn’t use one. I just snuggled with my coat and tried to keep warm.
DS1’s group could have come to sing for us next month but that Sabbath was already booked. Since they don’t tour during the summer months, I guess their coming to our church will have to be next fall, if at all. I’m disappointed but I’ll live.
Staving off invitations to stay for lunch, I came on home. Cuz came over and visited once and then came back later just to wish me a good evening.
Well, I’ve struggled through the second half of the second episode of “I’ll Have What Phil’s Having” and went back to Anthony Bourdaine’s “Parts Unknown”. Phil tries too hard and most of it is about him. DD said he eats food anyone can have access to. Well, I don’t care to have access to the dead animal dissections. On the Punjab episode, Bourdaine had to go vegetarian for several days because that was all that was available. He is the omnivore’s Omnivore so when he said the food was delicious, you knew it was.
No matter what I do, the clock ticks on. I’m going to have to close this down and do elsewise.