All I can say is... Rossini was a genius :)
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
The Adventures of Jonathan and Katie
Things keep moving along swimmingly. March was insane, schedule-wise. And just when I was ready to breathe a sigh relief that my busiest month was over, I realized that April isn't much better. Hence the lack of posts...
Early March found me dead in the middle of contest season for accompanying. Then a week of spring break for Lutheran High after which we went on choir tour through Illinois and Wisconsin. Oh yes, and Lent... Christmas was nothing compared to this! Between my private students, the activities of Lutheran High's choral program, and the choir out at Living Lord that I play for, I'm a busy girl. The Lutherans keep me off the streets in my spare time... they're a funny bunch. If they like you, they will put you to work! The nice part is that they pay well and work on sophisticated music. The downside is the huge lack of consistency in my Sunday schedule. But at least they're fairly close in theology to Reformed doctrine. And as much as I love working for them, it's not the same as worshiping in your own church. But I'm not complaining. They keep my bread buttered and the car running :)
Speaking of cars... yesterday was pretty much the worst day in the history of Katie and the blue Buick since the legendary blowout in the spring of 2009. Let's just say this: Jonathan saw his lady in all of her freaked-out glory yesterday... and still kissed me at the end of the day. The man is a godsend if ever there was one. For all he did yesterday... well, at this point I'd probably go to the south pole if he asked me to. I owe him big time.
What happened during the series of unfortunate events was this: Saturday night the temperature light in my car came on just as I was pulling in to J's house. We were headed to a birthday party together (a 50's sock hop-themed party at that... so of course I was in heels and pearls with a ponytail higher than I've worn in three years... also, sidenote: can I just say that the higher my ponytail, the dumber I feel? Anyway, I digress...) so we put water in the coolant reservoir and left. The light came on again on our way out to this birthday party (conveniently in Old Monroe), so we stopped at Mom and Dad's and put in more antifreeze. Then Sunday it came on again while I was driving down Highway 40 (awesome...). I called him, frantic. I was a mile and a half from my apartment. He was positive I would make it. I did, but barely... not before the temp light went off and the service engine light came on instead, followed by rattling sounds and steam coming out from under the hood just as I pulled in to my apartment and turned the car off. I called him again, this time panicky... from his point of view, I called him with the voice of someone who was in a life-threatening situation (oops). But car trouble pretty much brings me to the point of panic every time it happens. So in my mind, this was completely normal and acceptable.
Long story short, he came out to Webster, we tried a couple of things, and found out upon driving the car once again that there was coolant all over the left side of the engine. So then he called AAA and what it came down to was this: a verbal agreement between us that he would let me use one of his free towings on the condition that I never ever call him freaking out like that ever again unless I myself have been personally injured... apparently I scared him pretty good, which I felt horrible for all day, especially in light of how amazing he was being about the whole situation. And to top it off, after the car got towed out to Old Monroe, he took me to the evening service at Central since I hadn't gotten a chance to really worship, due to church with the Lutherans in the morning (and since I really needed it following the excitement of the afternoon). And THEN to top it off further, he took me out for ice cream with some friends of ours before driving my sweet tush out to Old Monroe to stay with my parents for the evening. Like I said, the man proved himself with flying colors yesterday and let's be honest: I was completely overwhelmed by his graciousness, despite and through all of my emotion and anxiety.
Mom and Dad think it's great that he's firm in setting boundaries with me... they actually find it hilarious since this is something they've been trying to accomplish for years, I suppose. I just love that my boyfriend doesn't act like I'm crazy. For the first time in my life, I don't feel like I'm being put up with or handled by someone who's doing me a favor. It's pretty great. Maybe this is what restoration is supposed to be like...? All I know is this: if this is any indication of what's to come, he was worth the wait.
Early March found me dead in the middle of contest season for accompanying. Then a week of spring break for Lutheran High after which we went on choir tour through Illinois and Wisconsin. Oh yes, and Lent... Christmas was nothing compared to this! Between my private students, the activities of Lutheran High's choral program, and the choir out at Living Lord that I play for, I'm a busy girl. The Lutherans keep me off the streets in my spare time... they're a funny bunch. If they like you, they will put you to work! The nice part is that they pay well and work on sophisticated music. The downside is the huge lack of consistency in my Sunday schedule. But at least they're fairly close in theology to Reformed doctrine. And as much as I love working for them, it's not the same as worshiping in your own church. But I'm not complaining. They keep my bread buttered and the car running :)
Speaking of cars... yesterday was pretty much the worst day in the history of Katie and the blue Buick since the legendary blowout in the spring of 2009. Let's just say this: Jonathan saw his lady in all of her freaked-out glory yesterday... and still kissed me at the end of the day. The man is a godsend if ever there was one. For all he did yesterday... well, at this point I'd probably go to the south pole if he asked me to. I owe him big time.
What happened during the series of unfortunate events was this: Saturday night the temperature light in my car came on just as I was pulling in to J's house. We were headed to a birthday party together (a 50's sock hop-themed party at that... so of course I was in heels and pearls with a ponytail higher than I've worn in three years... also, sidenote: can I just say that the higher my ponytail, the dumber I feel? Anyway, I digress...) so we put water in the coolant reservoir and left. The light came on again on our way out to this birthday party (conveniently in Old Monroe), so we stopped at Mom and Dad's and put in more antifreeze. Then Sunday it came on again while I was driving down Highway 40 (awesome...). I called him, frantic. I was a mile and a half from my apartment. He was positive I would make it. I did, but barely... not before the temp light went off and the service engine light came on instead, followed by rattling sounds and steam coming out from under the hood just as I pulled in to my apartment and turned the car off. I called him again, this time panicky... from his point of view, I called him with the voice of someone who was in a life-threatening situation (oops). But car trouble pretty much brings me to the point of panic every time it happens. So in my mind, this was completely normal and acceptable.
Long story short, he came out to Webster, we tried a couple of things, and found out upon driving the car once again that there was coolant all over the left side of the engine. So then he called AAA and what it came down to was this: a verbal agreement between us that he would let me use one of his free towings on the condition that I never ever call him freaking out like that ever again unless I myself have been personally injured... apparently I scared him pretty good, which I felt horrible for all day, especially in light of how amazing he was being about the whole situation. And to top it off, after the car got towed out to Old Monroe, he took me to the evening service at Central since I hadn't gotten a chance to really worship, due to church with the Lutherans in the morning (and since I really needed it following the excitement of the afternoon). And THEN to top it off further, he took me out for ice cream with some friends of ours before driving my sweet tush out to Old Monroe to stay with my parents for the evening. Like I said, the man proved himself with flying colors yesterday and let's be honest: I was completely overwhelmed by his graciousness, despite and through all of my emotion and anxiety.
Mom and Dad think it's great that he's firm in setting boundaries with me... they actually find it hilarious since this is something they've been trying to accomplish for years, I suppose. I just love that my boyfriend doesn't act like I'm crazy. For the first time in my life, I don't feel like I'm being put up with or handled by someone who's doing me a favor. It's pretty great. Maybe this is what restoration is supposed to be like...? All I know is this: if this is any indication of what's to come, he was worth the wait.
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