If you ever find yourself in some predicament involving plumbing or other home repair issues, you may find it cheering to read the novels of Sarah Graves. Her heroine not only has worse plumbing problems than I or anyone else I’ve ever known, but also finds dead bodies while she spackles. So you feel better by comparison.
I don’t find that I feel better by comparison when I contemplate the worse problems of other real people. My sadness on their behalf gets in the way, not to mention the fact that you don’t really feel happier about not having functional floors just because you know there are people who have no ceiling either, and then you also have to feel guilty about your lack of appreciativeness on top of not having functional floors. But fictional characters, that’s different. I can definitely feel good about the fact that my house might have flooded and the plumbers still haven’t finished, but hey, there weren’t any dead bodies in it at the time.
I did spend some time yesterday reading and knitting and reminding myself that things could certainly be worse. The ladies at Book Club were very supportive, too. I did not have the chance to do any sewing, since the sewing table is squashed between mattresses and desks and the place where it lives — electric outlet and all — is occupied by an enormous noisy blower.
I did do some thinking about my SWAP.
Marji finished her SWAP for the contest, and it looks great. I don’t know why her woven shells look so good, when mine look as though I had pulled a flour sack over my head. Well, except that she sews much better than I do. You can see all the contestants’ SWAPS right here.
My SWAP got derailed in early spring. There is an official SWAPalong going on over at sewingpattenrreview and it has links to all kinds of story boards, in case you want some inspiration. Excellent fiberosity blogger Erika B. is taking part and giving details at her blog, so you could also check out her summer wardrobe. It is looking good. This SWAPalong runs from May 1 to July 31, and I had a split-second of thinking about joining in, seeing as how I had only made three pieces — that is, the number I would have finished in May if I had started May 1 and not had so many parties and visits instead of sewing. It only lasted for a split second.
Next came musical adventures. We got a good plan together for the youth choir, and the real choir director agreed to order music and scope out percussion instruments for us. We have our to-do lists ready, and that is half the battle.
I have reached the point in bell choir at which I can play the majority of the notes at the right time as long as I am only playing middle C. In choir, we are singing “Down to the River to Pray.” (Read about it from a musical point of view here.) I love this song. I have sung the solo before, and I fancy that I sing it well. So when the director asked whether anyone would like to sing the solo, I leapt right in there. There was about one second’s opportunity, and I heard people drawing in breath preparing to speak, and I jumped in with my desire to sing it before anyone else had a chance.
I don’t usually behave this way. When solos are assigned, I nearly always get the alto solos, and sometimes the soprano and tenor ones, too. If anyone else actually wants to sing a solo, I encourage them to take it. My position is normally that I will do whatever I am asked to do in the way of singing, but only if no one else wants it.
Not in this case. I love that song.
After choir, Partygirl and I went for a walk in the park. I had walked on the treadmill yesterday morning, but that is different. You’re walking up artificial hills at speed, making sure to be red-faced and bug-eyed by the end of your thirty minutes. Partygirl and I just moseyed along enjoying the sunset and chatting about… hmm, let me see… annulment, gallbladders, florists, vases, weddings, smoking, graduation, aging, kitchen utensils, and the underground economy of women.
It was a nice day, overall.