Sunday was our Cantada at Church. Interesting morning to say the least. The electricity went off around 3 a.m. (My fan in the bedroom went off or I never would have realized it until morning.) I got up and husband was frantically looking for the lantern. This was about 6:30 or so and still no electricity. He was having a meltdown of some sort...here we go again it's getting close to Christmas better have a fight or something.

Anyway, I managed to get ready for the service in by lantern & I needed to be there about 1 1/2 hours early. Everything on schedule. I leave in plenty of time (I procrastinate frequently, especially if I have extra time to start with & then I get distracted and end up late) But not today. It had been very windy all night and lots of small branches down. I'm headed toward church down winding country roads & I see a tree down ahead. I initially thought it was in someone's yard, so I crept forward and of course it was in the road. Sigh...I have to turn around (I briefly thought, for a fraction of a second, I should drive in the field...but sanity prevailed). I went back about 4 miles to the nearest crossroad, I ended up 5 minutes late for "practice" which is really their way of making sure everyone is there in plenty of time.

We run through the program quickly. I have to say, it amazes me that such a crew of unprofessional (and in my case, completely untalented), disorganized, unmotivated individuals can come together to sound so beautiful and complete. I don't know if it's the Christmas season or what, but we were brilliant. It was moving & eerie & deep.

Feeling much less melancholy today. We had Cantata Practice after church today and that's always good for a laugh. It's progressing quite well, but seeing how the performance is in two weeks it's still in the rough stages.

Ignoring cookies today. I will mail some to Scott and Sarah tomorrow, hopefully as I am waiting for Scott's Veggie Tale Ornament which should arrive sometime before 6 p.m.

A couple of random thoughts.

I have reached into the depths of my soul looking for something. The problem is, I have no idea what.

Crescent moon in the evening sky. Sun setting. Breathtaking.

Why do I care so much about stupid things? I pride myself on being detached & aloof. That is possibly contrary to my general persona, but mostly I don't really care much about most things..why this. I guess I do care what certain people think about me. I need to get over that quickly.

On an up note, scale is being kind lately. Cheri and I baked cookies ALL DAY today and I only ate one. I also had a very small glass of wine. A Cranberry from Round Barn. It was very good.

Snowing, blowing, cold and dark. The soltice is just around the corner. I hope to turn a corner then myself.