You have to hear this adorable little 6 year old girl singing for Britain’s Got Talent….this brought tears to my eyes…WAY better than Katherine McPhee if you ask me!
Snow!!!!
So, I think I’m in love. With Texas.
Tonight, as I came out of my last piano lesson, the casual and scattered flurries of snow that had been happening all evening had evolved into a full on snowstorm. It was absolutely GORGEOUS. I was out in the rural areas of Southlake, right near Fort Worth where the majority of my lessons are. This is a really pretty area, as there are lots and lots of trees, hills, and a huge recreational lake. Most of the homes are sitting on at least a few acres surrounded by farms.
Normally it’s very green, but tonight…tonight it was covered with a white blanket. Snow was clinging to all of the tree branches, barns, bushes and fences. It seriously looked like something out of a Thomas Kinkade painting! The best part was that it was just barely 30 degrees, not even very cold!
This meant that the snow was only sticking to grass, roofs and trees, NOT even the road! Perfect– pretty snow without any of the danger! Besides the lessened visibility due to the snowflakes pelting my windshield, it was about as bad as driving in the rain. There wasn’t even any ice!
So, it’s official- I love snow. As long as it doesn’t interfere with my ability to drive:) Until then, I am in love with Texas!!!
Here is a picture of me and my 8 year old student, Blake. I asked his dad to take a picture of us in their pretty front yard.
Meat-Fare Sunday
The dreaded time has come….Lent is upon us once again. Today was Meat-Fare Sunday, or, more appropriately named, “Pig Out on Meat” Sunday. It means that the first stage, the absence of Meat, has happened. Next week, on “Cheese-Fare” Sunday, dairy will join it in the ranks of forbidden food.
So what did we do? We had a barbecue, of course! Heather and Josh invited a few of us over to their apartment for steak-kabobs, ribs and hamburgers. It was all going rather well, until the hamburger buns accidentally caught on fire and set off all the smoke alarms…it’s been so long since the Seville, I’d forgotten how testy old ovens could be!
Also there were a few others from church- Deacon Theophan, his cute little wife Svetlyana their daughter, and Christopher (who’s drunk more Bacardi 151 in one sitting than anyone else we know…!). They had to leave early, as the couple’s baby needed to be in bed by 8 and Christopher gets up for work at 5am, but we stayed until midnight. Heather and I chatted inside while Jesse and Josh smoked outside. Josh had never smoked a pipe before, but Jesse had him hooked before long!
Hopefully, we can meet with them again soon- they have a favorite “pub” down the street (which is actually a bar, but Josh calls it a pub so he can say it in front of his “Holy Friends”).
Is there such a thing as a “Beer Fare” Sunday? Just for fun?
911
Today I got to do my heroic duty to society. Tonight, whilst on my way home from work I used my cell phone to call 911.
It happened while I was on the freeway. I was driving along, de-toxing from a long day at work by listening to the radio, when all of a sudden there was a white mustang, weaving in and out of the lanes. Usually when this happens, it’s some hot shot, going a 100 miles an hour.
Only…. the car was going slower than a bike rider. “Gosh,” I thought. “If you’re going to take up a few lanes swerving all around, at LEAST go fast!” Actually, I didn’t have time to think this, seeing as I was forced to suddenly veer sharply onto the shoulder of the freeway to avoid slamming into his rear bumper.
As I passed, I saw the problem. The person’s hood was flat up against their windshield!
Now, if this, “ZERO VISABILITY” thing happened to me while I was on the freeway where powerful machines are known for going over the speed limit, I would pull over. But NO! This person had their blinker on, headed for the middle of the freeway! Why???
I looked in my rearview mirror. I could see cars swerving and careening around the “deadbeat”.
So I did my civic duty. I called 911.
For the record, dispatch centers in Texas are a million times better. The guy answered on the first ring, called me “Ma’am” with his lovely Southern drawl, and sent me on my way with a thanks and “we’ll get right on that”. What a sharp contrast to the time I almost ran over a wandering drunk naked guy harassing parked cars on Whittier Blvd and got put on HOLD for 1/2 hr.!! Dear me, good thing I wasn’t on fire!
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