I get the memo
Here´s an entry from my journal last night:
It seems that during the most frustrating moments, I´m often sent a note to by some unknown force to remind me how beautiful the world is, and that I need to put my priorities back in order.
I´m in my room frustrated as all hell over my homework, door closed because the teen is arguing with his parents, as teens do, and I´m just tired of the day. And thru my closed window I hear these voices - I figure someone´s playing their music really loud. But then, I listen more and realize that there are people, a small ensamble singing in 8 part harmony a capella in the courtyard outside my apartment, 9 floors below. A choir is performing in my courtyard!
Right now its Mozart or Beethoven (It an Alleluia song, Im pretty sure its Mozart), so Im hanging half way out the window writing in my journal, loving the place where I live. They have the most crystal clear voices! It gives me goosebumps and makes me want to cry. Id run down there, but the family leaves for dinner at 9 (its Dani÷s Saint day), which is in 20 minutes. The music is just bouncing off the walls and landing directly in my bedroom. And the song now? VOLARE!!!! The same song the guitar player was playing when I got lost on the train on the second day!!!!
Its a sign. Dancing Queen is my Venezuela song, Volare is my Barcelona song.
I can see the kids playing beneath me, theyre having a blast! Id better be careful or Ill lose my journal. Well, ten minutes to get ready for dinner, guess Id better do that. I hate to shut the music out, its flowing so nicely right into my room. But, now a dog has joined in, and, try as he might, he just cant howl in tune. I guess thats my cue to leave.
Well, the homework is done, I got it in, taught my lesson, and now I want to go to bed, but its not even lunch time here yet, so no chance of that. I think tonight we.re all going to get some beer or wine and bring it to the beach and just chill out, let the waves work their magic and carry this stress away. No big plans for this weekend. Just a whole lot of sleep, and a couple trips to the beach. I have to plan a couple lessons for next week, and study for the exam, so nothing crazy. AND I have to figure out where I.m going to live after next saturday. Hmmmmm. Anyway, thats the latest from here. I.m not going to get an A on either of the projects, but, so long as theyre complete, I cant fail. And thats what matters.
It seems that during the most frustrating moments, I´m often sent a note to by some unknown force to remind me how beautiful the world is, and that I need to put my priorities back in order.
I´m in my room frustrated as all hell over my homework, door closed because the teen is arguing with his parents, as teens do, and I´m just tired of the day. And thru my closed window I hear these voices - I figure someone´s playing their music really loud. But then, I listen more and realize that there are people, a small ensamble singing in 8 part harmony a capella in the courtyard outside my apartment, 9 floors below. A choir is performing in my courtyard!
Right now its Mozart or Beethoven (It an Alleluia song, Im pretty sure its Mozart), so Im hanging half way out the window writing in my journal, loving the place where I live. They have the most crystal clear voices! It gives me goosebumps and makes me want to cry. Id run down there, but the family leaves for dinner at 9 (its Dani÷s Saint day), which is in 20 minutes. The music is just bouncing off the walls and landing directly in my bedroom. And the song now? VOLARE!!!! The same song the guitar player was playing when I got lost on the train on the second day!!!!
Its a sign. Dancing Queen is my Venezuela song, Volare is my Barcelona song.
I can see the kids playing beneath me, theyre having a blast! Id better be careful or Ill lose my journal. Well, ten minutes to get ready for dinner, guess Id better do that. I hate to shut the music out, its flowing so nicely right into my room. But, now a dog has joined in, and, try as he might, he just cant howl in tune. I guess thats my cue to leave.
Well, the homework is done, I got it in, taught my lesson, and now I want to go to bed, but its not even lunch time here yet, so no chance of that. I think tonight we.re all going to get some beer or wine and bring it to the beach and just chill out, let the waves work their magic and carry this stress away. No big plans for this weekend. Just a whole lot of sleep, and a couple trips to the beach. I have to plan a couple lessons for next week, and study for the exam, so nothing crazy. AND I have to figure out where I.m going to live after next saturday. Hmmmmm. Anyway, thats the latest from here. I.m not going to get an A on either of the projects, but, so long as theyre complete, I cant fail. And thats what matters.
posted by Chandi at 12:46 PM
3 Comments:
Para adorar la música deberá adorar la vida. Aprecie la belleza, goza su vida.
Hi Chandi. Your Mom put us onto your blogger site. Just wanted to say hello and wish you the very best. Take care and God bless. Dick and Carol
So everyone at work is addicted to your postings. And it does sound like Volares is your theme song for this trip. it's good that you have found your theme song.
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