Happy Thanksgiving! After waiting for this day all year long it's finally here. The weather reports are predicting snow tomorrow and the entire family will be here by the end of today :)
We have started are massive annual food preparation. The 24 pound Turkey is thawing in our kitchen sink and the other turkey is roasting in the oven, filling the house with a wonderful aroma. Rolls are in the oven and I'm about to start making the pie crusts, for a whole bunch of pies.
The snow has been falling in big white flakes for the past seven hours and does not appear to be stopping anytime soon. The world outside of my delicious smelling haven is one covered in a heavy feather blanket of white.
Good food, hot drinks, a brand new version of Settlers of Catan to try out and I am ready for a weekend snowed in and free of school!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Ramblings on notes and snow..
Dark is all I can see out side my window. Dark and the ever so often glimpse of white fury, swirling in its own madness. The constant pounding of wind and ice against my window is the only reminder I have of the cold outside.
Here I am, warm and just slightly tired, reading by the light of my computer screen. The soft light of the lamp in the corner really is useless for reading, but it does add a certain warmth to the room.
I really should be doing some of the piles of homework I have laying around, instead of sitting here writing random words. But of course I'm not. Instead I'll put it off as usual and then stress about getting done in time. I don't really care though, I haven't written for so long and it just feels good!
Chopin has been playing through my pandora station for a little while and as always his music strikes something in me that sends shivers down my spine. There have been very few classical artists who have affected me the same way Chopin has. Certain aspects of his music about a specific phrase or stanza, seem to tell a story. As I listen I can see the story unfold in my head.
This is what makes the music so much more beautiful and real. The chords and intervals of his music are like life, they can change from the joys of childhood to life's bittersweet memory's in so short a time. It's not about the fingering or perfecting the technique of a phrase, because as I listen to music like that I hear only timing and precise fingering.
This is not what I wish to hear. Play for me the notes of life and love between those cleft lines. And don't skip over the bitter notes because they are what make the rest sweet.
Here I am, warm and just slightly tired, reading by the light of my computer screen. The soft light of the lamp in the corner really is useless for reading, but it does add a certain warmth to the room.
I really should be doing some of the piles of homework I have laying around, instead of sitting here writing random words. But of course I'm not. Instead I'll put it off as usual and then stress about getting done in time. I don't really care though, I haven't written for so long and it just feels good!
Chopin has been playing through my pandora station for a little while and as always his music strikes something in me that sends shivers down my spine. There have been very few classical artists who have affected me the same way Chopin has. Certain aspects of his music about a specific phrase or stanza, seem to tell a story. As I listen I can see the story unfold in my head.
This is what makes the music so much more beautiful and real. The chords and intervals of his music are like life, they can change from the joys of childhood to life's bittersweet memory's in so short a time. It's not about the fingering or perfecting the technique of a phrase, because as I listen to music like that I hear only timing and precise fingering.
This is not what I wish to hear. Play for me the notes of life and love between those cleft lines. And don't skip over the bitter notes because they are what make the rest sweet.
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