Tension Rising
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| Sitting beside my aunts hospital bed. |
Very thankful for the Memorial Day holiday – taking time to be
off work and away from it all for a brief minute. Lately, I have been carrying
stress in my shoulders and back, making it difficult to sing. With each note resounded, I feel my shoulder
creeping up in a shrug position as if “I” didn’t know, HELL I know what is
wrong; I have aging parents helping to raise my grandson and I feel like NO ONE
hears me. I am a double stacked
sandwich.
I explained my situation to my coworker because he heard me
looking for a massage/reflexologist for my neck and ankle. In his usual BOLD manner he stated, “…you
know what will cure all of your aches and pains (as he gyrate his hips in a circular motion.)” I said boy “BYE!” but he may be on to something (with my right eyebrow raised.)
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| Excited about my sunflower bloom. |
Praying daily for guidance, I took a vacation day to be with
one of my dearest and closest aunts as she underwent knee replacement
surgery. It was difficult for my uncle
to watch her in a helpless state because she has done EVERYTHING for him and
their family for 47 years; I could see the helplessness in his eyes and hear
him become more soft spoken almost pianissimo. This too shall pass and it did, two days
later, she was up walking with the assistance of a walker – that made me feel
better.
Back In Stride again
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| Memorizing "THE" music |
Rehearsals have resumed full tilt. As I walked in, I felt
like I was on an episode of Cheers when I walked in I heard my name being
cheered, “Katina!” I am like “You talking to me?” These gals are excited to see
me? I responded internally, “…Hell
Yeah!!! 2014-2015 season will be a season to remember.” A bit discombobulated that my personal
schedule is really busy with singing
- Group rehearsal for church
- Group rehearsal for The Women's Chorus of Dallas (TWCD)
- Group rehearsal for the women’s ladies day choir at church
- Singing to the homeless
- for the church
- for TWCD
- Hospice/nursing home singing (alternating Sunday/Thursday)
- Church Ladies Day Program
- Volunteering to painting the church home
- Volunteering at the Animal Shelter
- Spreading the word about the church
- Spreading the word about TWCD
- Being the PR person for TWCD
While all of that was going on, I managed to catch the eye
of a Ginga
(I have a HIGH affinity for Redheaded Men – but I love ALL men.) We attended high school together, I graduated
high school one year before him, I worked with his mom and his mom & I have
the same mechanic – 6° of
separation; I truly believe in that. You say you have never heard of 6° of separation well here is what I
found on Wikipedia…
Six degrees of
separation is the theory that everyone and everything is six or fewer steps
away, by way of introduction, from any other person in the world, so that a
chain of "a friend of a friend" statements can be made to connect any
two people in a maximum of six steps.
Katina On A Hot Tin
Roof
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| Explains the week. |
I attempted to escape the social mores, greed,
superficiality, mendacity, decay, sexual desire, repression, and death, it was
only Tuesday. Doom-N-Gloom sat next to
me and said, “I’ll be here ALL WEEK, without you even thinking of me.” I instantly knew that was the day I failed to
give myself my daily positive words of direction to keep away the negatives
that bombard me and others daily. I said this will not get me down. IT got to me this week…I took time to rest to
re-organize for next week. Somehow my Ginga kept a smile on my face daily.
Blurred Visual
Celebrations
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| Preparing for 70's fun. |
My brother, my nephew, my matriarch and a childhood friend;
soo many birthdays this last full week of September – and wasn’t able to
celebrate narry-one. If life lasts and
death passes, we will celebrate later on. I shot hooky from church choir practice on
Sunday to attend my first “Pride Parade,” I had the best time ever even
after being asked on several occasions from a random female, “Was I #Butch,”
and I kept replying, “No, I am Tina?” It didn’t hit me until the end of the parade;
my new friend was asking if I were lesbian…@_@ blank stare. I still had fun anyway.
Weekday night chorus practice was super fun we danced, we
sang (not all in the same time in some instances.) I realized that it takes
lots of talent to dance and sing; I could do one or the other but not both –
that required extra, Extra, extra practice. My dance partner I-lean and I practiced and
practiced and got our choreography down as best as we could. When I practiced at her place, when I was
there, we mostly talked about cats, the chickens out in the coop and wildlife
in the backyard.
I sang 5 days out of the seven this week and my voice wasn’t
wavering nor did I feel exhausted. I
sang uplifting God’s name glorifying his word in EVERY song I sing.
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| Shining no matter what. |
Ain’t Nobody Got Time
For That, I Do
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| 2014 State Fair of Texas parade |
I have enjoyed my weekends; they are spent playing pool,
singing, biking or simply doing nothing.
Final words for September, Always plan for the unplanned and
have fun.
