Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Kittens, Thyroids, Birthdays, Workshops and Marching Band





Those are about the best five words to describe the last few weeks.

Charlie never came back. It's a strange grief--to just disappear. You don't really know when to cry. He was the best cat ever. Even Bill loved him. Not to be dramatic but I still expect him to run out in front of the Jeep when I pull in the driveway. That was his way of saying welcome home. He trusted me that much. . . I figured the best way to have him come back was to get two new kittens. It didn't work. Still, we picked them up from a farm outside the town of Stacey. The orange one is Oliver and the grey girl is Melody.  They are God's perfect kittens. They just run around terrorizing the house and then crash and sleep for hours.

Mary turned 14 last week. I can't believe it. She was ill for her birthday. But. . . we had some good celebrating on the weekend. She is an amazing teen. God's perfect girl.

It's the pinch point of Fall. The SAM workshop is this weekend. I'm only helping with the piano stuff and the honors recital stuff. . . but that is enough. Of course, state marching band finals are the same day. Lucky for me, the U and the Vikings Stadium are almost walking distance.

I couldn't possibly describe the day I had yesterday. . . from a doctor appointment to teacher training to Chick-fil-a to Eastview to Brooklyn Center to school board meeting in Apple Valley for the National Merit Scholar thing to marching band. Calvin changed from school clothes to a suit to athletic clothes in three hours. Everyone has these days, but I actually was really there because it was the last one. The last running from piano to marching band. Cue the mama tears.

I don't know if I'm really crying over the end of marching band.
They might be tears of joy.

I had the second doctor appointment this morning. Yesterday I took the radioactive pill and today they did the scan. The thyroid scan. I've been feeling pretty cruddy for the past ten weeks. I'm okay mostly during the day but my heart races and my temperature is completely off and my tummy is pretty mixed up. All those things added up to the thyroid and today after the scan they called it out as thyroiditis. A virus on my thyroid. I take that as good news because it will pass in a few months and I'll be back on track. I have an excellent endocrinologist who happens to be a mom in my studio. How lucky am I? I'm feeling better already just knowing this.

I'm going upstairs to get ready to teach and I'm getting out the Christmas music. It's eight weeks till the recital. There is a lot to do between here and there. And it's all good. How lucky am I to help the piano kids pick out Christmas music?

Nothing too profound here today, I'm mostly just full of thanks. I'm thankful for my family and my new kittens, my friends and all the piano kids. And I'm thankful for all my SAM folks--and how hard they work to make workshops. I'm thankful for Christmas music in October. And bodies that heal.

With love,
Sara