milestones
May. 25th, 2015 06:12 pm* Sang at a friend's ordination Saturday afternoon. It at times felt like a wedding (which I hear she excels at the officiating of) -- Denise radiant in her cream suit and later in her purple robe and glittering stole (the latter stitched by Sheri DiGiovanna, who also designs clothes for people with limb loss). Brian Foti doing his usual magic on the drums, Peter Mayer on guitar, Susan Snyder on piano, Ben [last name I didn't catch] on bass, Karl Kersey on mandolin, and Seth Alder as the sound engineer.
I am fortunate to work and worship with gifted and dedicated people, among whom are many others not listed here.
* A friend's father passed away last week. He, too, was extraordinary. As is she.
* My honorary mama moves to a retirement community next week.
* I've hired an architect for the addition to my house.
I also just wrapped a wedding present for a friend, and am finally going to write in the card I made for another friend at the start of this month, featuring a cornflower from my garden.
I would rather be spending the holiday with friends and watching Roland Garros reels than contending with dental pain and databases, but this isn't the first (and won't be the last) time I have to choose work over barbecue. (As for the infected tooth, thank God for salt and hot water.) On the upside, I have a dog at my feet and a moon cake by my keyboard. There are worse ways to pay for permit drawings and presents, and there will be other cookouts.
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I am fortunate to work and worship with gifted and dedicated people, among whom are many others not listed here.
* A friend's father passed away last week. He, too, was extraordinary. As is she.
* My honorary mama moves to a retirement community next week.
* I've hired an architect for the addition to my house.
I also just wrapped a wedding present for a friend, and am finally going to write in the card I made for another friend at the start of this month, featuring a cornflower from my garden.
I would rather be spending the holiday with friends and watching Roland Garros reels than contending with dental pain and databases, but this isn't the first (and won't be the last) time I have to choose work over barbecue. (As for the infected tooth, thank God for salt and hot water.) On the upside, I have a dog at my feet and a moon cake by my keyboard. There are worse ways to pay for permit drawings and presents, and there will be other cookouts.
This entry was originally posted at http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/106109.html.