Very, very occasionally, I like to look backwards in the effort to remember the person I was, and how different I am now compared to then — and well, if I wrote any differently at the time:
Sometimes, I hang around the hospital for a little while. People here are not whole. They are here because they are not whole. Some others who seem to be whole are not really whole because people they know and love are not whole. That's why they are here.
That's why I'm here.
Some days, I am a deep, bottomless well that everyone shouts into, just to hear the echo of their own voices.
Most of today was taken up at a wedding — such a beautiful day for it. It was all very lovely, except for the organist who played the fastest Pachelbel's Canon I've ever heard — and the fastest "Amazing Grace", and the fastest Mendelssohn's "Wedding March" for the recessional — you could almost expect the newlyweds to jig down the aisle! It's not the first time I have felt like throttling the organist at a wedding.
Now, that hasn't changed. I'm still up for throttling bad organists. I've only ever met one organist I truly respect. The rest sucked; for some reason, all organists I've met have an issue with timing.
"You're not one for brutally honest posts," he commented.
Well, heck, no. I'll be honest about that.
And ... I used to have a duck who kept me amused at work.
Posted by sniffles at February 28, 2004 11:36 PM