:: homemade pizza night, every other Sunday
One of our numerous new year’s resolutions was to invite people over more often. We have been practicing hospitality faithfully since the start of this year. Every other Sunday seems to be about right for us, manageable.
Technically, Sunday is our Home day – the day to take care of those honey-do tasks, work on home projects, work in the garden, veg a little. On weeks when we are having guests for supper, we clean the house. A decent cleaning every two weeks is just about right, in my book. On the in-between weeks, we do larger house projects (next up: the garage, ew) and then my sister Liana babysits in the evening while we go out (or sit in the car).
We have so enjoyed having our friends over. With having five pregnancies and four babies over the last nine years, there have only been a few months here and there where we’ve felt ‘with it’ enough to entertain. Now we’re really getting into the groove. Our biggest problem is that there are so very many people we want to have over. Too many friends, a good problem to have.
:: voice lesson update
After a three month hiatus from lessons (not my choice, teacher’s schedule), I had my first lesson this last Sunday. Right in time for another hiatus due to Spring Break. (Well, at least I’m not being tempted to drain the family money pot with lessons right and left.)
My teacher’s name is Aram – he’s Bulgarian. I love him. One of the many many things I love about him is that he lavishes praise and affirmation. Even his suggestions and solutions are bookended in positive things. “Beautiful, just beautiful. Now this time, I want you to…” “You could never make a sound that is anything less than beautiful, it can only have varying degrees of beauty.”
And I laugh at myself, because I am so aware of how those compliments and affirmations buoy me up, build me up. Maybe I laugh because we get the message that we are supposed to be impervious to compliments and impervious to criticism, and I realize that I am flying in the face of that. But in the words of Jewel, I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way. I’m like a little flower, soaking in the sunshine.
There is a theme in these lessons that wasn’t present in my early twenties. Warmth of the 30s coming in to your tone. Now you sound like a woman in her 30s, not a junior in college. Your true voice.
Your true voice. I’ve been mulling over vocation and the concept of becoming our truest and fullest selves, and all the hindrances we work with. It seems as though my vocal development is just another manifestation of this journey.
:: guilty pleasure
I’ve been watching reruns of Frasier in the evenings. I must admit how comforting those 90s styles are to me. Baggy pants, short shirts, short skirts. Nostalgia. I’ve been surprised at how much I am enjoying it. I find myself laughing out loud, all by myself.
I still have not been able to bring myself to watch the last episode of Downton Abbey. I know something terrible happens. Sheesh, I know what the terrible thing is that happens! But for Pete’s sake, it’s TV, can’t I just never watch it and start again next season and spare myself the anguish?