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Well, I'm finished with my homework -- finally. I'd planned to read my Shakespeare assignment before midnight tonight, but it didn't happen. The time change hasn't helped my already procrastinatory schedule. Oh well; today wasn't spent in laziness.
This morning we went to church. Came home, ate lunch, and I prepared to head out again for a piano duo concert at school. It was hard to enter a darkened auditorium at 3:00pm when the sunshine and blooming flowers outside were so gorgeously inviting. However, the temperatures have remained on the chilly side, so it wasn't as lovely to be outside as it could have been. I am really hoping it will warm up to the 70s within the next week. We had a few tastes of that sort of weather last month, and my appetite for spring is whetted undoubtedly.
The concert was excellent. This duo was visiting from Vienna, which was an added thrill. They played some Schubert, Samuel Barber, Manuel Infante (whom I'd never heard of, but the Andalusian Dances were lovely)...and my favorite, Symphonic Dances from West Side Story by Leonard Bernstein. Those were awesome! I almost liked the piano only versions better than the real songs from the movie/play. Very cool.
During intermission, I talked to an old friend from homeschool co-op, who was there with her mom. That was fun, even though I still sound stunningly like a frog at this point. ;-)
On the way home from the concert, I came around a corner on the edge of our neighborhood and braked when I saw two police cars blocking the left side of the road. At first I thought they were raiding a house, but as I came closer, I realized this was the scene of an accident. One that had occurred while I was gone. The two officers stood at either end of the site, and I slowed way down to see if they would wave me by. They did, but not before I noticed the debris on the road from the accident -- I think there was some clothing and pieces of a motorcycle (because I somehow got the impression that it was a cycle accident). But what I saw first and foremost was blood. A lot of it. Oh man, I am feeling awful again just thinking about it. From the amount of blood and the expressions on the officers' faces when I looked up and slowly drove by (they waved that it was okay to proceed), I am guessing someone died there. Right there on the next street over from ours, on a beautiful spring afternoon.
When I got home, the first thing Dad asked me was if I had gone by the accident. He'd been running an errand about an hour earlier and had to turn around after attempting to take that road; the traffic was backed up and lots of emergency vehicles were speeding to the spot. I didn't get a chance to watch the local news tonight, so I still don't know exactly what happened. But it definitely affected me. Life is so fragile. In a single second, we can go from living our mundane lives to meeting God face to face.
That's not a cheerful note to end on (well, it is and it isn't -- depends on how you look at it! :-)), but I need to sign off and hit the hay.
This morning we went to church. Came home, ate lunch, and I prepared to head out again for a piano duo concert at school. It was hard to enter a darkened auditorium at 3:00pm when the sunshine and blooming flowers outside were so gorgeously inviting. However, the temperatures have remained on the chilly side, so it wasn't as lovely to be outside as it could have been. I am really hoping it will warm up to the 70s within the next week. We had a few tastes of that sort of weather last month, and my appetite for spring is whetted undoubtedly.
The concert was excellent. This duo was visiting from Vienna, which was an added thrill. They played some Schubert, Samuel Barber, Manuel Infante (whom I'd never heard of, but the Andalusian Dances were lovely)...and my favorite, Symphonic Dances from West Side Story by Leonard Bernstein. Those were awesome! I almost liked the piano only versions better than the real songs from the movie/play. Very cool.
During intermission, I talked to an old friend from homeschool co-op, who was there with her mom. That was fun, even though I still sound stunningly like a frog at this point. ;-)
On the way home from the concert, I came around a corner on the edge of our neighborhood and braked when I saw two police cars blocking the left side of the road. At first I thought they were raiding a house, but as I came closer, I realized this was the scene of an accident. One that had occurred while I was gone. The two officers stood at either end of the site, and I slowed way down to see if they would wave me by. They did, but not before I noticed the debris on the road from the accident -- I think there was some clothing and pieces of a motorcycle (because I somehow got the impression that it was a cycle accident). But what I saw first and foremost was blood. A lot of it. Oh man, I am feeling awful again just thinking about it. From the amount of blood and the expressions on the officers' faces when I looked up and slowly drove by (they waved that it was okay to proceed), I am guessing someone died there. Right there on the next street over from ours, on a beautiful spring afternoon.
When I got home, the first thing Dad asked me was if I had gone by the accident. He'd been running an errand about an hour earlier and had to turn around after attempting to take that road; the traffic was backed up and lots of emergency vehicles were speeding to the spot. I didn't get a chance to watch the local news tonight, so I still don't know exactly what happened. But it definitely affected me. Life is so fragile. In a single second, we can go from living our mundane lives to meeting God face to face.
That's not a cheerful note to end on (well, it is and it isn't -- depends on how you look at it! :-)), but I need to sign off and hit the hay.
