calling it home

After months of searching, watching, waiting, and hunting, we have been blessed with a place to call home for twelve months. It is everything I hoped for (except for the carpets and the lack of closets): location, privacy, quiet, and brightness. There is even space for a piano! 

i consider it a thought worth pondering

3 weeks. Roughly 7000 words all due on the same day dispersed among 4 different assignments. Followed by 2 exams. Exit term 1.

I came to a sad conclusion. The Globe, yes, the Globe theatre, opens with Hamlet four days after I leave the country. Four days. I am sad.

Skimming through our script for Pride and Prejudice, I realized that, in the roles of Mary Bennet and Charlotte Lucas, I dominate the stage as both characters in a single scene. Don't ask how I shall accomplish this feat - this is up to the director to decide. "All the world's a stage and all the men and women are merely players", "we are either kings or pawns" but the director tells us when to enter the stage and when to move to C5.

(Also, for those who haven't noticed, the background picture is of Lyme Park which was the original Pemberly in the BBC version.)

This morning, an Oxfordite peer and myself led the music for our Wednesday morning chapel. I've never really played music publicly, at least not with a fellow musician, but this was really enjoyable (despite the chaplain taking over the leading of the singing). So to those who do play guitar, beware. I might just ask you to join with me in worship in answer to Christ who calls, "Come."

let's play that one more time

music was made for two

an evening spent in song

Music is an unavoidable aspect of our home, whether you want to hear it our not. Strains of classical from the kitchen, the squawk of new violinists, the attempt at quiet strumming drifting downstairs, a whistle, a plunked out chord...

constant babble around the dinner table, shrieks of laughter from outside, running footsteps, the creak of doors and hardwood floors...


All nature sings, and 'round me rings the music of the spheres.

the simple things

Closing a window is easy. What I don't understand is how my finger got caught. ["It got caught ... in Frederick's teeth."]

It hinders the work, the guitar, and the piano. It's a tough life, I tell you. Tough and rough.


Rant for Brittany: guys are stupid. That has been the catch-phrase for the past week, and looks as though it will be for this one too. Don't get me started on the hows and whys. I don't think it would be appreciated if this were to be a daily occurrence, so I'll keep it to this.

[Note: new sneakers, my beautiful edition of Treasure Island, and the battered copy of Jane Eyre]