The Music of Law

I returned to school today after a three week holiday. I was nervous about going back, although I couldn't really pinpoint why. Once I got there, back in class with my friends and profs, I felt like I was home. I remembered how much I truly enjoy what I'm learning. 

The music of my heart includes the bang of the gavel, the melody of a well planned opening statement, the climaxing conversation between advocate and witness, and the triumphant beat of a winning argument. 

Sometimes I feel silly for having such a passion about what I'm learning. It is a passion I hide inside that swirls in the depths of my being. I don't allow myself to show my excitement since people will probably think I am more crazy than I already am, and because "there are no feelings in the law". 

At least that's what I'm told. Repeatedly. 

The truth is, people are feeling people. And, since we work with people, there will be emotion in everything we do. It's the law itself that is emotion-less. 

This is a concept I am still working on... :)

In other news, I'd like to own this shirt. Ha ha!

Paralegal Shirt

Yellowed with Years

My Mom bought me a keyboard 25 years ago. I had been begging her for a couple of years to get me one. I started lessons when I was 7 or 8 with a lady that went to our church at the time. The first Hymn I remember learning was "Almost Persuaded". After we moved from that town, I only took lessons for another year or two. During that time, we rented a piano from a local music shop. I hated practicing. So, after a year at the Royal Conservatory of Music, and a few months with a "lady up the street" I stopped taking lessons. And, the rented piano went back to the shop. That's when my Mom bought me a Kawai keyboard. I never stopped playing. I wanted to do my own thing, compose my own songs, and not be forced to practice. I moved my keyboard with us every time we landed in a new place. That keyboard went from Saskatoon, to Newfoundland, to Ignace, to Saskatoon, to Prince Albert, to Ignace and to Waterloo. In those places, she went to different venues, such as homes and churches.  She has traveled many miles. Her music is still decent, with an occasional ringing that wasn't on purpose, her keys are yellowed with years, and she's been through a few adapters. She still 'works'. I will keep her. But, it was time to get something new. 

This is our Yahama. We went from a 61 key to a 76 key. I have big dreams for this new keyboard. I want her to be for my daughter what the other keyboard was to me. I want Cailyn to learn to play, to create, to compose, and to use playing as a form of expression. I cried many times playing my keyboard, and I hope that Cailyn is able to find the same emotion and passion in her playing. 

This new keyboard has some big shoes to fill. 

Keyboard Experience

I contacted a seller on Kijiji today regarding a keyboard he has for sale. We emailed back and forth a couple of time to get the details, like time and address, and then Cailyn and I headed to his "house". It  was raining out and the roads were not in the best shape, yet we decided to head to his place. I followed my Google Maps app to every turn it showed us to take. When we got to what was supposed to be our destination, the Map Lady told up to make a left turn... in a place where there was no left turn! The address this guy gave us was across from a train station. It looked like the place he was supposed to be living was in a bunker of some kind. But, there was no road. There were no lights on anywhere. And, the whole area was gated off.  The whole thing seemed shady so we turned around and went home. So, sad to say, no keyboard!

I did buy a laptop though, so that is something to check off my list.  And, no, it wasn't from Kijiji :)

Tree No Tree

January 1st proved to be a productive day. I cleaned out closets, took down and put away all the Christmas decorations, I cooked a nice supper for the kids and I, and there was plenty of time to relax left over. I have to say, it's been my favourite day so far this year *snicker*

I have to admit that I was really sad as I put the Christmas stuff away. I feel like I didn't get to enjoy it long enough. I love sitting in the living room with just the lights of the tree glowing red while drinking a nice cup of tea or eggnog hot chocolate. I love the feeling that Christmas puts in my heart and I really do long to have that feeling all year through. I am very thankful and blessed to have had such a beautiful holiday season with my kiddies. I'm refusing to allow myself to think of the fact that in only a few more days it'll be back to school schedules, studying and (gag) packing lunches. 

 

 

Although the house looks very empty, my heart is very full. So much has transpired over the 3 weeks of my holidays. I've gone from being a Mrs to a Miss and a Pederson to a Rumbolt. I've got back on track, I've cleaned and rearranged, and I've set new goals for the coming year. I've spent lots of time relaxing, reflecting and soaking in the peace of the season. 

I really did have a great Christmas.