Anybody Speak African Around Here???

Geez.... Just when we learned how to sing a fast song acapella, the choir was handed some African piece entirely in a language I've never seen before. We took about 10 minutes per 3 bars to figure half of it out. The song before that was pretty cool, though. It was apparently written for a New Mexico church's 1992 confirmation class. I think it's written by David Poole if you've heard of him, Dad. It has really nice 4-part harmony and is in a "Cantor" style or something like that. About halfway through, though, I was swayed over to the tenor part and enjoyed it actually much better than the bass line. Of course then Steve, the guy from the Ford dealership, felt "sandwiched between tenors" that way. Maybe I should offer to sing either/or depending on which the director needs more of because we often seem short of tenors and a bit bass heavy. I just can't wait to see the look on Ormand's face when he sees the African song..... :o) I think he forgot about practice tonight, lucky for him.

Dinner at Danny's Pizza was nice. It's a pretty nice little place by Subway and across from the city park by the high school. It has a juke box and a video game room in the back. We had a family sized half supreme/half chicken alfredo pizza and managed to get to choir on time. When I was at Danny's though, I spotted a really nice looking leather Gophers jacket and was admiring it. I asked the lady wearing it where she got it, "because my dad is a Gopher and he'd look good in one of those..." She responded by saying, yeah, I know your dad... I must've looked like a deer in headlights then trying to figure out how she could possibly know my dad without knowing me. Then she clarified that she had seen me in church and she used to have you for a teacher a long time ago. I didn't catch her name before she left, but she did tell me that she was the original owner of Charlie, our little old terrier on the farm....

We picked up some Shark Tale cupcakes at Hugo's after choir tonight (Daniel's choice, of course) and got caught up on our grocery shopping. We took Andrew's little 1990 Honda Civic. You may think I look cramped in a Chevette, but you should see me find my way behind the wheel of a Civic... Not a pretty picture, I can say that much. I asked Andrew if I could just rip the front seat out and sit in the back, like Bubba Smith did in the Police Academy movie.

I'm thinking I could use some gardening expertise this summer when you get here, Mom. There's a patch on the side of my front walk that's pure black mud, the greasy kind. I'm thinking perhaps I could plant a little bush there or something so the neighbor boys don't end up tracking the mud in, not to mention the dog. One last thing... It's a good thing we're living here in backwoods TRF. Aaron's been leaving his nice new bike out front on the sidewalk for hours on end and tonight, just after we got back and stocked the frig, I walked around back to find Daniel had left the back door WIDE OPEN.... Ordinarily in Seattle I would have freaked, checking every dark corner of the apartment before allowing anyone inside. Here, it was more of a "ho hum" response. We do the best we can to keep things secure, but....