Unlike many, I don’t need a haircut. My bob has finally grown to my shoulders and all is well in my hair world. Silver linings, you know. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
Tag / Singing
Tar-ona Update Numero Dos
After watching Canada’s Prime Minister’s updates in French (and English), I wish now I’d used that lovely language in my titles instead of Spanish. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
Daisy Digest: November 2019
‘Tis the end of the month and that’s a good time to look back and take stock a wee bit. Welcome to Daisy Digest, a compilation of the highs and lows, the things to be grateful for, and more, from the past month. Continue reading →
Friday Fhoughts: Folume Twelfe
Another week has flown by. Another month. The year almost over. I’ve stopped asking how and why. I just hold on for the ride.
I type today through groggy eyes, counting the milliseconds until the weekend. Tonight’s glee will be finally letting the I have to be here at this time go and enjoying sleep for as long as it will have me.
Will I even get out of my pajamas on Saturday? *shakes Magic 8 ball* Not looking likely.
Daisy Digest: September 2019
‘Tis the end of the month and that’s a good time to look back and take stock a wee bit. Welcome to Daisy Digest, a compilation of the highs and lows, the things to be grateful for, and more, from the past month. Continue reading →
Thursday Doors: Where Charity and Love Are
I’m not a religious gal, but was raised as such, so the pretty songs in Latin always get me. Luckily, the choir I sing with does quite a few each season. Once choir’s season ended for the summer, I found myself singing them by myself. That’s fine, but when I heard about a sing-along being held by another choir, including one such song, I couldn’t wait for the heat of July to arrive (and that’s so not me). Continue reading →
Woke Up Singing: A Polite Declination
My exploration of deciding whether or not to escape a situation that I can no longer take, don’t want to be a part of, can really do nothing for — a swirl of drama all around me — inspired my subconscious jukebox and explains I Woke Up Singing today.
Thursday Doors: Sea Me
I had forgotten what a letdown the days after meeting a huge challenge/goal can be. After all that preparation and anticipation of singing my solo in choir’s concert, I deflated like a balloon a couple days after the party ends. Seeing how busy the calendar was going to get soon (at work, blech), I decided that respite (and reward!) by the sea was required.
It was just long enough.
It’s never long enough.
Friday Fhoughts: Folume Nine
This Friday is weird. Four-day work weeks make me think Friday is Fhursday. I thank all things holy that it’s not. I’z not helped this week by also having an extra choir rehearsal thereby making me think a week has gone by since the last one, but not so!
These struggles will not keep me from loving four-day work weeks or extra choir rehearsals, however. I’ll gladly suffer Day Disorientation for both.
Knowing it’s the day that it is, let’s begin FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME NINE!
Friday Fhoughts: Folume Eight
Three-day weekend in my sight.
Three-day weekend starts tonight.
Three-day weekend filled with glee.
Three-day weekend, COME TO ME.
Three-day weekend, hours away.
Three-day weekend still at bay.
Three-day weekend starts right now.
Happy thoughts, frown upsidedown.
I’m *working* but, you know, looking forward to the three-day holiday weekend. The countdown begins with the posting of this, FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME EIGHT!
