it's when saying the name 'harry' that i'm most dissatisfied with english pronunciation of the letter 'r' - on this side of the atlantic anyway. why can't we flip it like everyone else? or roll it. or even scrape it out of the back of the throat like the french. it would sound so much better. and our singers wouldn't have to work so hard to forget all they know about 'r's. ::sigh::
this morning was rather nice. my grandfather was so happy to see me... it made me feel awful that i don't visit him more. he... well, let's just say he's not the brightest bulb in the batch... his worldview couldn't be much more different from mine. but it always breaks my heart when he talks about my grandmother. she died young - 54 - when i was only 5. but he never talks about her without tearing up - still now, more than 20 years later... and he tells me how much he misses her every time he sees her. i just find it touching how much he loves her.
i can't believe the instrumental goodness of the last few days. i have 2 violins, a cello and bass for sunday (there's no viola part) and a trumpet for easter!!! the planets have aligned! all is well! ok, well, i shouldn't get carried away, where's some wood to knock on?
oh, the not good part of the morning? E's car!!! a little while ago, she spilled milk in the back seat - like, a half gallon of it or something. and it got all in the upholstery and... she's had it professionally cleaned twice but still... it's like being trapped in a month old milk carton on a sunny day... with some nasty chemicals thrown in. i rode the whole way with my scarf over my face. so. disgusting. ugh. milk! ::stabs::
also, 43 minutes?!?!??!???? ::dies::
this morning was rather nice. my grandfather was so happy to see me... it made me feel awful that i don't visit him more. he... well, let's just say he's not the brightest bulb in the batch... his worldview couldn't be much more different from mine. but it always breaks my heart when he talks about my grandmother. she died young - 54 - when i was only 5. but he never talks about her without tearing up - still now, more than 20 years later... and he tells me how much he misses her every time he sees her. i just find it touching how much he loves her.
i can't believe the instrumental goodness of the last few days. i have 2 violins, a cello and bass for sunday (there's no viola part) and a trumpet for easter!!! the planets have aligned! all is well! ok, well, i shouldn't get carried away, where's some wood to knock on?
oh, the not good part of the morning? E's car!!! a little while ago, she spilled milk in the back seat - like, a half gallon of it or something. and it got all in the upholstery and... she's had it professionally cleaned twice but still... it's like being trapped in a month old milk carton on a sunny day... with some nasty chemicals thrown in. i rode the whole way with my scarf over my face. so. disgusting. ugh. milk! ::stabs::
also, 43 minutes?!?!??!???? ::dies::
