or the mountains should crumble to the sea

Twelve in12

Reading
Darkling ~ Yasmine Galenorn
The Saxon Shore ~ Jack Whyte
Uther ~ Jack Whyte

Finished
Mirror, Mirror ~ Gregory Macguire
Witchling ~ Yasmine Galenorn
Changeling ~ Yasmine Galenorn
Something Wicked ~ Catherine Mulvany
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince ~ J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows ~ J.K. Rowling
Myst: Book of Atrus ~ Rand Miller, Robyn Miller and David Wingrove
The Game of Kings ~ Dorothy Dunnett
The Other Boleyn Girl ~ Philippa Gregory

So my reading list has changed.  I’m losing in the Twelve in 12 challenge.  Although I feel I really have until November 1 as I didn’t start until the end of October.  Still…  I’m not going to finish 3 books in less than a week.  I’ve got too many other books to read!  Not that I’ve stopped reading my Twelve in 12.  I’m just accepting the reality that I won’t get through 3 more books.

I’m making progress in the oboe front, albeit painstakingly slow.  My Yoda and I are beginning to discover better ways to communicate, which helps to bridge the gap between what I hear and what she hears.  That translates into me being able to hear my shortcomings.  I was also able to tell her about my plan not to continue my education in oboe performance, rather church musicianship.  She took it much better than I really expected and said it sounded like a much better fit for me than the hectic and crazy life of a traveling professional musician.  I partly feel like that world, that life was something I would love to do.  But just like I would love to be an astronaut.  Or a lady in waiting. Its not that I don’t believe I can be anything I set my mind to, but its finding the thing that makes me most happy.  And like my dad pointed out over the weekend, working at church seems to really make me happy – the happiest he’s seen me.  He’s right; I’m not just doing what people are telling me to do.  It does make me incredibly happy and peaceful. It doesn’t mean I won’t play oboe, because I do love oboe.  But it is not the obsessive, all-encompassing love that I need to have to really be happy in that business.

Don’t think that I’m romanticising this career though.  I almost lept through my computer this afternoon to strangle our new pastor.  He wants to do some big service thingy sometime in November.  At least thats all I was told about it two weeks ago.  I asked for more information, as I had no clue what he had in mind.  Today I got an email from the secretary asking me if a particular venue would be okay and did the bulletin work out.  The email I sent back was a little nasty, but I know she’ll understand my frustration.  Not to mention that I wasn’t planning on being there that Sunday.  I supposed I could switch the Sunday I’m taking off, but I don’t really want to!  And I told them that already!  The pastor was supposed to set up a meeting with me and the secretary to discuss this big service along with some other important things – like Christmas and Easter.  Which he has not done, and I’m betting he won’t get around to doing until the week before the servies like the past year.  I’m praying we’ll be able to put a stop to this annoyance now that he’s our "real" pastor as opposed to the interim.  But I’m honestly not holding my breath.

In other news, I’m going to drop-kick Caledonia down the stairs one of these days. 

Yes, she’s cute and adorable and very lovable.  But I’m used to an outdoor cat who doesn’t follow me around every second, meowing and whining.  She’s constantly underfoot and today tried to kill me.  I was coming out the bathroom and she got tangled between my legs.  I literally tripped and almost went headfirst over the railing, down the stairs.  I could have killed her.  She brings me her toys, whines and looks up at me.  So I pick up the toy, in an attempt to play with her and she lays down, completely uninterested.  Maybe she wants me to be happy and thinks playing with the toy makes me happy.  Who knows?  She’s also not like most cats I know, where if you just keep the food dish filled, they eat what they need and leave the rest for later.  She gobbles down everything in the bowl and then walks around crying in pain.  So we have to limit how much we feed her.  We’ve broken it into three times a day and she’s starting to get used to that.  But if I go into the kitchen and open the pantry, she starts begging for food.  Annoying little brat.

But to be fair, she’s started cuddling in the morning rather than yowling to get me out of bed.  My roommate gets up early, so she feeds her in the morning and I take care of the lunch and evening.  After she finishes breakfast, Cale (said like Kalli) comes upstairs and is awake, ready to play and annoy me.  Although this morning and yesterday she climbed into bed and curled up next to my chest.  I think part of it is the cold in the morning and she wants to get warm.  Thankfully she isn’t bothered by our practicing and today actually fell asleep right under my stand.  She really can be so cute sometimes.

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see
No I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won’t cry, I won’t cry, no I won’t shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah

Whenever you’re in trouble won’t you stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Darlin’, darlin’, stand by me-e, stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Stand By Me ~ Ben E. King