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Friday, October 5, 2012

A Labor Day visit

We had a special treat for Labor Day this year... Grandma and Grandpa Pendleton came to visit! We tried to keep them busy by touring Oklahoma City while they were here, but to be honest, that didn't take too long. :) We visited one of our favorite parks on Lake Hefner, Myriad gardens, the site of the OKC bombing, the temple, and Bass Pro Shop (ok, we just needed a place to escape the heat!). In the evenings we watched lots of football and stayed up way too late talking. Amazingly, we didn't play a single game the whole time they were here! I guess we really are the black sheep of the Pendleton family.

While visiting the gardens, we bought some chocolate bars from a lady raising money for school supplies. Apparently she didn't think keeping them cool was a priority, and we didn't realize until it was too late the sticky mess we'd created. Luckily, the kids were already playing in the fountain so we cleaned them up pretty well after the fact. Isabelle even took the liberty to down her chocolate with some fountain water. Sick.


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I tried to get the kids to sit with Grandma and Grandpa at the temple, but this was the best we could get. One day they will all sit nicely and smile for me, but I think I kind of like this better.

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This is a happy face, in case you were wondering.

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Being great

Being a modern day woman, it is only natural to aspire to be a jack of all trades. We want it all-- domestic satisfaction, artistic accomplishment, and success in the workplace. Of course, that list isn't all inclusive, and certainly we can add physical, social, aesthetic, spiritual, and academic goals to the mix. Is it really so much to ask, when we have so many resources available to us, to be able to do a little bit of everything? Maybe not, but I think that has been my mentality for far too long. The problem is, that by trying to do SO many things, I have failed to do any ONE thing very well.

This has never been more apparent to me than this past month, as Jeff and I have been rehearsing Christmas songs with a choir for a performance this holiday season. The pianist working with our group is incredible. I know how difficult it is to play some of our songs, particularly when you are trying to merge multiple parts across several rows of music. When we break into sections, I play the piano for the altos, but when we all come together, the choir pianist resumes his spot. It is amazing how easy he makes it sound after I have just come from slaughtering every. single. note.

If I could pick just one talent to really pursue, I would choose the piano. So why didn't I? Somehow at 16 it just didn't seem that important. I know Jeff feels the same way about his piano history. Why didn't we put in the necessary time? But perhaps the more important question is, why do I insist on thinking it is too late? At 28 is my time for developing talents over? I sure hope not! Perhaps if I focus my efforts and re-purpose my free time, I can yet become "great" at this one thing. Perhaps not, but I won't know if I don't try, right?

Thank you, blog, for serving multiple purposes. And thank you, audience, for putting up with my introspective rants.