The local theatre (theatre as in a place where you go see spectacular productions acted by troupes) hosts a Christmas singalong every year about this time, so we went again. It was soooo much fun. First a local high school choir sang, and their bell choir played one song ( very beautiful). Then the organist came out and played; after the intermission, the MC and three of his buddies did some barbershop songs (absolutely great) and his daughter sang (she's also good). Then came the singalong part. We sang several old favorites. One irritation: a couple old ladies in the front of us jabbered constantly. We moved seats during the intermission. And, wouldn't you know it, they left while the MC's daughter was signing - not after or between songs, but right during the song. And it ended just a few seconds later.... can't people learn some theatre etiquette? Such as waiting till the end of a song to quietly exit the theatre? Well anyway... between the MC's daug

...that I wanted to post about this week. Providing, of course, that I can remember them. 1. WE HAD OUR FIRST SERVICE IN THE NEW SANCTUARY!!!!! CAN YOU TELL I'M SO HAPPY? CAN YOU TELL THAT I LOVE THE NEW SOUND BOOTH? (That is, I am one of the sound booth personnel, though we never call ourselves that normally. Therefore, I really like having lots more control over the sound & lights. The speakers in the foyer are cool too. Now for the video...) 2. We went to see Pirates II on Monday at the dollar theater where it's 50 cents on Mondays. :-) Take it or leave it. I would like to see the concluding movie, however. At least, I now understand the meaning of two RI sigs quoting Sparrow about a jar of dirt and a "thump-thump". 3. oh well, I can't remember what exactly the third point was. I'll insert something else then... oh yes, here's an interesting web conversation concerning the elderly and writing, with a sidenote on the proper location of ov

If time is short, skip the next paragraph and go straight to the story. Today, my sister was assigned to write a narrative first-person story starting with the sentence "Carl Williams slowly backed farther into the shadows." (Oddly enough, I have a relative somewhere named Carl Williams, though I've only seen him once I think. But that is beside the point.) After a bit of trying to figure out exactly what writing in the first person meant (she'd rather write it in third person, methinks), she spent quite a while writing the following page-and-a-half single-spaced handwritten short story. Why You Shouldn't Live In an Apartment Carl Williams slowly backed farther into the shadows. He saw a glimpse of something, he wasn't sure what it was but he definatly had [an] impression of evil. He had nowhere to run except back to his apartment room and he wasn't going to do that because he knew his bed, complete with sheets, was going to engulf him. Whatever it w

If you happen to have a good library system near you (or one that just can't get rid of old TV shows), check out an episode of "The Avengers" with Patrick MacNee and Diana Rigg. They're great. If you happen to have been reading my blog for more than a year (thus you visited the old KB blog), you might remember this time capsule post . I didn't actually do it, but my sis did, and it actually worked! She got the e-mail last weekend. And while I'm at it, I must resurrect a quote from one of my favorite movies: The world is so full of a number of things I'm sure we should all be happy as... but are we? No! Definitely no! Positively no! Decidedly no! Huh-uh. Short people have long faces and long people have short faces. Big people have little humor and little people have no humor at all. And in the words of that immortal bard-- Samuel J. Snodgrass-- as he was about to be led to the guillotine-- make 'em laugh! Can you even guess the movie?

Yes, and I'm well! And I'm not too busy this afternoon! Mom is off singing some Tom Leher (Lehr? Laihr? Lair????) songs to my brother ("about a maid I'll sing a song, sing ricketyticketytin..." and "poisoning pidgeons in the park" and other such hilarities), my sis is reading another Mary Roberts Rinehart book, and Dad is working. Apparently if you're into mysteries, MRR is a good author, although her books are a bit difficult to track down. The InterLibrary Loan system is PERFECT for such authors... I am nearly finished with the C.S. Lewis book I was working on this Tuesday; I do recommend it and all other C.S. Lewis books! Dad found me a Rich Mullins tape at a Goodwill store this week. It's copyrighted from before I was born, but it seems to play just fine! And since I actually own a good tape player, I can play it to my heart's content (providing that I don't disturb my sister's reading). Such is contentment. And, I suppose

Boy, have I been neglectful! Anyway, I've gone on two more college visits - one about three or three and a half hours away, and one pretty close (not quite commuter distance, but very close to it). They were both fun - at the close one, I saw one of my 4-H friends entirely by accident. :-) I just read most of a "Just So Story" to my little neighbor (she's about ten years younger than I am), and I could hardly keep from laughing! Try "How the first letter was written" and you'll see what I mean. hmmmmmmmmmmm...... tomorrow's a homeschool group meeting... OH NOW I REMEMBER! To excerpt an e-mail I sent to my grandma: "Yesterday (Election Day) I worked at --- Township Precinct B & C as a tech assistant! (In --- County, of course.) I had to get up at 4:45 so I could get to the church where the polls were by 5:30 A.M. I helped set up the new voting machines, and I took care of the machines throughout the day (cleaning the touchscreens, troub