Well it has been a while since my last post. As usual my life is like most it get busy.
History:
So, I left you last time with my first memory, I also mentioned there isn't a whole lot that I remember from when I was really little. I mostly remember snippets of memories. We lived in a 3 bedroom ranch style home it originally had a one car attached garage but my parents decided that they needed more room so they knocked down the wall between the living room and garage, put a big bay window in where the garage door was and a stone fire place against the far wall with two huge toy boxes flanking each side of the fireplace. It was so cool when it was done but man was it hell to go through. My parent fought the entire time (they were doing all the work themselves) it was insane. I was really young, I have no idea how old I was and I have no recollection what the house looked like before they did the construction. I do remember how excited we were to light that first fire and to have a place to put our toys. But the best was our first Christmas having the Christmas tree in front of the bay window and our stockings hanging on the fireplace it really looked beautiful, and I think my parents were really happy. Of course that bay window would be a huge source of contention, the seal was constantly breaking so we often had ice forming on the inside of the window. I remember as kids we thought is was so cool we could write our name in the ice on the window and at Christmas we didn't have to put the fake "snow/ice" in the corners of our window because we had the real thing. My parent felt differently as you can imagine. My dad being a "mister fix it" had to fix it himself and never quite getting it right. My mom wanted to higher a professional to fix the windows but my dad insisted he could do it and it would save them money. Huge argument, eventually many years later they did have a professional come out and replace the windows, thank you God for small favors.
Today:
Well for the past 8 days I have been very busy with school and family. I think I told everyone that I am working on a BA-Vocal major and Judaic Studies minor. I found out at the beginning of the summer semester, so about 3 weeks ago that my Vocal instructor was leaving OU and I was going to have to find/choose a new instructor. This may seem like a really little thing, but for someone like me who does not have as much time as say an 18 year old working towards the same degree it is very big. I have been going back and forth between two instructors, both excellent instructors, one would have benefited me because of her knowledge of the Hebrew language and Jewish liturgical music, however I would have to go to her home which would have been a little inconvenient and also there was the possibility that there could be a personality conflict. The other instructor I knew there would be no personality conflict, I would be able to continue to have instruction at OU, however she lacked the knowledge of the Hebrew language and Jewish liturgical music, although she does have some. It was a tough decision but I chose the latter and I had my first lesson yesterday. It was wonderful, I am really going to enjoy this year! I also had my first Bio exam yesterday so I have spent the last week studying for that, it was completely insane it was on 8 chapters in on week, I always forget how intense the summer semester is. My daughter had her spring concert on Wednesday night and they did an amazing job. I met with my Rabbi last week, I am covering a couple of services for my cantor who is on maternity leave, so I have been preparing for the services. I am also The president of a student group called "Association for Music Students at OU" and we are planning a big fund raiser in October, and it is my job to set the meeting times and set up the agenda and of course run the meetings, it is like having a part time job. All this plus practicing/lessons piano, guitar, Tutoring for Theory and Aural Skills and homework, not to mention the basic duties of being a wife and mom. Welcome to my world, I wouldn't have it any other way.
This was my week, Life is good! Tell me about yours.
Mamma O.
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