CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES AND MYSPACE LAYOUTS »

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Getting to Know Some New Folks (and saying "hi" to some friends)

Today I went to sing at the Gospel Fest 2008. It was really just pretty neat, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. The other vocalist from our church asked me to join him last Sunday when a song we practiced just seemed to flow. We had both sung it before, just not together. I was impressed by the number of participants. I guess about 20-25 bands, soloists and groups were there. We had everything from hard rock to southern gospel represented, and had one dancer. She did a beautiful job. I love to watch the grace and fluid motion of dance.

I wasn't nervous until just before the little girl (about 5) sang with her daddy. We were next and I realized that we had not had a mic check, and I had no idea which one of the 5 or 6 mics available to use. And all the music sounds so much different in an outdoor theater. Just about the time I was seriously thinking about freaking, and had started seeking the Lord to calm the jitters, R appeared beside me saying. "Let's pray right quick." Amen to that! The jitters subsided, and the song went really well. I saw several people singing with us, always a good sign. I didn't stay for all of it, because it will go quite late into the night. At 7:45 they hadn't even completed the "first half" list yet.

I guess they do this every year, and I can vaguely remember a crowd of people a the park on 29th Street last year about this time. I hope I get to go again next year.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

It Made Me Smile

Today I had a pt who was just a bit of a character who was "letting it all hang out" while still under the residual effects of the anesthesia he'd been given. To say taking care of him was a unique experience would be a gross understatement! He embarrassed his poor daughter nearly to death, and she kept apologizing for him saying, "He really isn't like that! It happens every time he gets anesthesia! I'm so sorry!" I told her it was not a problem, and that he had actually made the day kind of fun, and he probably wouldn't remember much of it when he fully recovered from the meds they'd given him. He was with us for about 2 hours after surgery. I discharged him and sent him home in his daughter's care. About an hour later, flowers were delivered to the unit, saying thank you for the great care. I don't know if his daughter told him what he'd done and said he needed to apologize, or if he remembered more than I thought he might and was embarrassed. We all got to enjoy the beautiful arrangement, and then the girls said to bring them home because he had been my pt. I have enjoyed just the memory of the silliness, and the thoughtfulness of the gift, regardless of the reason behind it. That's the first time I've ever had a pt give me flowers.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Weird

I went to visit Rhondiemarie, and when I came back, all I had was a black screen with writing ont it. I also noted that her wallpaper was gone. So I'm wondering what's the deal here!?