This week I went to DI in search of glasses for a wedding this next week. (I have two flower jobs these next two weeks! And only one is a relative!) I did have much success. I bought 8 glasses each at three different heights, one of each height is going to be on the table. I'm excited to see how they turn out.
Whilst at the DI I figured I might as well see if there's anything worth getting, so I browsed my favorite section. Shoes. I found some - they aren't the most comfortable, but they are cute, and more importantly, they are orange. Buoyed by my success in the shoe department, I continued browsing and found some short pants, jeans, and a short khaki skirt that fit, and two lightweight cotton blouses for summer. A summer that may be on its way. All this for less than a pair of pants from the mall. Hoorah.
As I was checking out, Alejandro, my checker, finished the first transaction of clothing. Then I started putting the 24 glasses on the counter. At first he felt bad for not including them together, but it worked out for the best, because I like to keep business and pleasure separate.
As we were going to be there a while, since he had to wrap all 24 glasses in newspaper, I began to talk to him:
M: Do you mind asking where you are from?
A: No, not at all, Mexico City. Do you know there?
M: No.
A: It is too big. Too many cars too many people.
more wrapping.
A: What do you study here?
M: Music.
A: Do you sing or do you play?
M: I play oboe.
A: Oboe. I play guitar.
M: Do you play classical?
A: No. I like the blues.
M: Who are your favorites?
A: I like Led Zeppelin, Purple Haze...The Doors. Bach.
wrapping still.
A: You are the first oboe player I have met.
M: Neat.
done wrapping.
M: Thanks for chatting, Alejandro.
A: You too. What is your name?
M: Heidi.
A: Nice to meet you Heidi. See you again.
M: Yes.
Then I grabbed my bags, and headed out, feeling only slightly guilty for not admitting I spoke spanish, and very impressed by his english. Mainly I was happy that I had taken the time to chat with those that help out. I normally don't. But when I remember to, I try. There's so much I have gained, friends like Alejandro, from that little extra time. After all, Isn't it about time? :)
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
end of an era
This evening, after about six years, I played my final concert as a BYU student, in the De Jong concert hall. Okay, so there were a lot of qualifiers in that statement- there is the Music and Spoken Word broadcast next Sunday, and I'm going to help out with the pit orchestra for the spring opera, and there's IDRS this July, but, well, I'll be graduated.
Kory, unbeknownst to me, had all the seniors stand before the last song, Scheherezade. Some of my friends have kindly reminded me how this is my last ever concert at BYU! If I were to really think about it, I probably would cry. It's been good to be here; so many good memories. Honestly, where else can one participate in an opera about Abinadi? But, in the way that I survive things, I don't really think about them, I just keep on keepin' on. Like when my poor family dropped me off at the MTC - I said goodbye to them at the door. I didn't want to go through the whole movie meant to make you cry, and you leaving out separate doors! The whole ordeal is hard enough. Let's just get this done. sigh. I realize I may have a different slant on things, but that's what I must do, or I'd probably be an emotional wreck. When Kory was talking about how we'd be missed, etc, etc, I started to tear up a bit, but thought of the concert to be played, and all was well.
I did play my part in some ways better, and did manage to forget an entrance or two, and response wasn't always fabulous, but it worked, and it was recorded for posterity like many other performances I've had. Someday, I'll be watching BYUtV and one of my performances will come on, and I'll think, oh man, what was I thinking (regards to hair). :)
I have graduation to look forward to now. And a paper to finish by 23 April. And some pretty sweet pink shoes to look forward to.
For those who've noticed there extreme height, no need to fear, I practice walking in them occasionally. I have no desire to fall on my face in while receiving my diploma cover.
Footwear Explanation: A fellow music grad student and I have decided to wear pink shoes during commencement (or is it convocation?) because our tassels and hoodies are a lovely baby pink! Take that all you MA, BS and BA! I know you're jealous. Honestly, what a better way to represent the blood and tears spilt during the time in school?
Kory, unbeknownst to me, had all the seniors stand before the last song, Scheherezade. Some of my friends have kindly reminded me how this is my last ever concert at BYU! If I were to really think about it, I probably would cry. It's been good to be here; so many good memories. Honestly, where else can one participate in an opera about Abinadi? But, in the way that I survive things, I don't really think about them, I just keep on keepin' on. Like when my poor family dropped me off at the MTC - I said goodbye to them at the door. I didn't want to go through the whole movie meant to make you cry, and you leaving out separate doors! The whole ordeal is hard enough. Let's just get this done. sigh. I realize I may have a different slant on things, but that's what I must do, or I'd probably be an emotional wreck. When Kory was talking about how we'd be missed, etc, etc, I started to tear up a bit, but thought of the concert to be played, and all was well.
I did play my part in some ways better, and did manage to forget an entrance or two, and response wasn't always fabulous, but it worked, and it was recorded for posterity like many other performances I've had. Someday, I'll be watching BYUtV and one of my performances will come on, and I'll think, oh man, what was I thinking (regards to hair). :)
I have graduation to look forward to now. And a paper to finish by 23 April. And some pretty sweet pink shoes to look forward to.
For those who've noticed there extreme height, no need to fear, I practice walking in them occasionally. I have no desire to fall on my face in while receiving my diploma cover.
Footwear Explanation: A fellow music grad student and I have decided to wear pink shoes during commencement (or is it convocation?) because our tassels and hoodies are a lovely baby pink! Take that all you MA, BS and BA! I know you're jealous. Honestly, what a better way to represent the blood and tears spilt during the time in school?
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