This morning I woke up and just for fun, I was looking at homes for sale on Zillow. I love it when they have thirteen pictures total of the home and six of them are of the driveway. smile emoticon
Nope, haven't found a house yet, and we're still considering the yurt/Gypsy thing.Sometime this winter, I was called and set apart to serve as one of three ward organists, along with Joann S. and Kathy C. We decided to each take several months of the year and play for the month. Today was my first time.
I haven't served as the ward organist since Brennan was 4, Bella was 1, and we lived in Logan (ooooh, ahhhhh). Eventually, I asked the bishop if I could do something else, since I felt bad for Brian having to sit and wrestle these two cute little monkeys every week in Sacrament meeting. Immediately afterward I learned that if you ask to be released from an awesome cushy calling like ward organist, you could possibly be landed with something really gross, like Relief Society president. Yes, it happens. So don't ever, ever do that.
But I digress. I had a good time playing the organ in church today. It had been a very long time, I didn't use the pedals, and I made mistake after mistake, but people were nice and complimented me anyway.
Next week for prelude, I think I'll play one hymn for ten minutes straight to see if anyone notices. Don't tell the bishop.