leaving for Ireland tomorrow. eeeee!

Grandaddy loved his garden. he loved to be outside and work in it. he had radishes and cucumbers and tomatoes that we ate right off the vine, still warm from the sun. the sisters (my aunts and mom) had a basket of tomatoes for him at the funeral, and they were burried with him today. my aunt read this poem at the service.

God's GardenGod ( Read more... )

he's gone. he said yesterday that he was done. he didn't want to suffer anymore, and rightfully so. so they stopped the medication and started him on an anti-anxiety drug and morphine so he was comfortable.

he fell asleep last night and didn't wake up. he died peacefully in his sleep about half an hour ago.

R.I.P. Grandad
1923-2008

i really think percussionists feel music differently than others. musicians and non-musicians alike, i think there's something else there. maybe it's a destined thing, maybe it's a learned habit, i don't know. but it's pretty incredible ( Read more... )

i had a total of six class periods to work with 12 of them. there was no way we could have covered every rudiment or i could have worked with every single one of them on their solos.
i did the best i could. and the judge was a jerk.

i'm really proud of my percussion kiddies.

so, Ireland? for free? on St. Patrick's day?

uh, sounds good to me.

allow me my moment of girly-ness ( Read more... )

and so begins the last semester of my undergraduate career at Butler University.

i don't know if i'm ready for this.
no, i'm SO ready for this!

mmm.
hello 6am!
i'd missed you.

Go to your calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2007. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that's your "year in review."

January: the year in review. i like cara's idea.

February: i need to not think, ever. or be nostalgic. because i start to miss things that i'm not sure ever really existed.

March: sometimes i feel ( Read more... )