Tonight I nailed my mom's black-eyed pea recipe with peas from Grandpa's garden. Oh man, they are so good. It doesn't even matter that it's 10 pm and I'm finally sitting down to dinner. I feel like a rockstar, I reproduced this so well. Not that it's insanely difficult. But it's one of those old recipes that my grandma passed down to my mom that I've just never gotten around to trying. Anyway, they are delicious and I feel amazing, which is a great place to be, given the crazy week I've had.
I won't go into details but a lot happened that was beyond the realm of my control and nearly every day was longer than the one before it. It was, in fact, fairly horrendous and I don't know about you, but by yesterday evening, a stiff drink sounded like just the ticket. It was one of those weeks where now that I have some free time on Saturday evening, I don't even know what to do with myself. Ick.
Maybe I'll go to bed early. Or maybe I'll stop being a 92-year-old.
Anyway, things did get a little better after Wednesday's post (an entry I was later told was a little alarming...) but they didn't really get better until yesterday when I was able to see my siblings and then have a nice, long conversation with a dear friend of mine -- a friend whose perspective I truly appreciate and who never fails to make me laugh... or laugh at my jokes, for that matter. And even though there was no stiff drink, the conversation was full of everything: all the good stuff. We laughed, I cried, and he made Yoda impressions. It was perfect. Just what I needed.
And for two days in a row now, I've seen both of my siblings for probably the first time in two weeks. I need them so badly, more than I ever ever ever would have thought possible while growing up. They are amazing. And we are amazing together. This afternoon my brother and I went on another ice skating date and it was awesome. He fell a couple of times and we had a good laugh about it. I won't even begin to think about the fact that in six months, we won't be able to go skating or fishing or bike the trails around St. Peters or get ice cream anymore when he goes away to school... because it's too big of an adjustment to think about just yet. Let's hope I don't haul off and move to Warrensburg with him...
... KIDDING. Mostly.
Not much else to report. I need to do my Bible study but things have been so busy. Lent sucks. I'm barely getting in enough practice time. Correction: I'm not really getting in enough practice time. But that is another matter in and of itself. If I had my way I would give up half of my commitments and just practice and teach. But that just isn't where God has me, and quite frankly, pianists don't get better at what they do by locking themselves in the practice room and never performing in the wild. It's just our lot in life. The practice room is strictly that.
And now that I think about it, maybe that's the reason my week was so stressful (aside from pure exhaustion): It was full of unfamiliar things. Maybe it's like my mom's black-eyed peas... when things get tough, you just need to be in and with the familiar, the things you love, the things you know to be true... that know and love you back, the things you trust. Like my siblings. And my Bible. And my friends. And le piano, working on my stuff... all things that I haven't been able to spend much time with recently...
... note to self.
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