The music memory this morning, "Sweet Hour of Prayer," got me also thinking of the various kinds of music each of us likes and use. For instance I have praise music going pretty much all day every day. At lease I do now. When Dad was still with me I had the praise music playing in the background of the office and my sewing room. I usually had the clock radio set to the Christian radio station so I woke up to praise music. The thing is.... my family, even Dad, doesn't like the praise music. So when people are visiting there is no music playing.
Dad liked classical, Gregorian chants, traditional hymns and Taize. Thankfully he is the one that found me the Christian radio station when I moved to be his primary care giver. I still listen to the same station - just "on line" instead of the clock radio. I did ask Dad, one time, what it was he didn't like about the praise music. He told me "it is too repetitive." The songs tend to "repeat" the chorus, at least for Dad, too many times. Now remember I said his favorite was Gregorian chants and Taize....... which ARE repetitive. Sometime you do have to laugh or you will start screaming!
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It is wonderful to actually get some "free" time. Sometimes it is scheduled free time and sometimes it just happens. What we do with said free time also varies -- sometimes it is to catch up on the various things that have been neglected because of time constraints. Sometimes it is to try and learn something new.
I have been trying to do a little of both with the "winter weather," stay inside, warm and safe, days lately. I have finished a few projects and have been trying to learn a few new techniques with both my knitting and my quilting. All of which got me to remembering trying to learn new knitting with Dad sitting in his chair "watching TV." You guessed it! This did not work!! Dad would wait until I was counting stitches, or lines on the graph, then he would add numbers in. Or he would wait until I was in the middle of something and ask me a question or if I would go get something. Either would break the concentration meaning I would need to start over. I did quickly learn something -- wait until Dad was ANY where else before I started something new!! Like I have said.... you either start laughing or screaming. I prefer laughing! There has been a lot of talk, lately, about memories and sharing them. Recently I was part of a conversation about Christmas pageants and the funny stories we all have to go with them. Several of us had happy, and funny, stories to share. We had sung "We Three Kings," during the worship service, which is what had brought on the memories.
The two I thought of went with the hymn and both involved my Dad. He was one of the "kings" in each pageant. The first one he moved down the aisle with an interesting gait making a person wonder what was in the package he was carrying. He was having a good time and so were the kids watching him. The second time was a part of a service I had where the "kings" were supposed to interrupt the worship service. There was a script each was allowed to vary as they would like but they were supposed to come back to the script so I knew where we were. Dad, of course, ignored this while grinning at me (where no one else could see) the whole time. In both cases we got through it but like I often say -- sometimes you have to laugh or you will start screaming! |
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