Not *more* music, surely?!

Did you ever wonder how much work it would be to catalog the contents of a university choir library? Well, wonder no more, for let me reveal to you the answer: a lot. Yesterday two of my university buddies and I set out on the adventure of a lifetime: delving through, tidying, and rearranging cupboards & filing cabinet drawers filled with long-lost musical scores in varying size, condition, and cleanliness. Whilst it was an interesting exercise in patience, orderliness, and endurance, I hope I shan't have to undertake another such endeavour for quite some time.

But what did I take away from this experience? Did I spend all that time and only come away with pages of paper filled with names and numbers, dirty hands, and ? When I listen to the indignant voices of my sore fingers, tired body, and feeble brain, they cause me to reply, "Yes," but when I look away from my own cares, I realize all that my friends & I achieved, the trials we overcame, the perseverance we showed, the conversations we shared, and I find I look at the day with very different eyes. Suddenly I recall the shouts of laughter that were frequently interspersed amidst the despairing wails. After all, who would have believed how much fun encountering odd and unusual names, creating large stacks of musical scores, and recreating neat, orderly shelves out of a forebodingly disheveled cupboard would be?!

So why do I bother to tell you all this? Partly to stop myself grumbling, I must admit, for I can be a very selfish creature and like to wile away hours pleasing no one but myself, I fear. It may be comfortable to be selfish, but it can never be as rewarding as my sinful nature would have me believe. To recall all these valuable lessons should help me in my efforts to overcome my indolence, I hope.

But I'd like to think this post tells you a little more about the funny creature you've encountered. I am, I admit, quite an odd person, and find it fascinating to look at the mundane events of life from different angles. :-)