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I’m going to the garden

Remember that song from childhood…

Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
I’m going to the garden to eat worms…

Well, the work-related love just keeps rolling in. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the garden. Yum. Yum.

To go or not to go

Thank you all for your kind words on finishing the course work required for my degree (and hopefully passing ye old Español).

Wanting to be done the work, and wanting to actually attend the ceremony, are two completely separate issues, however. I never, before actually finishing that last exam, ever dreamt of actually attending the ceremony…

– I’d have to take a Saturday off work.
– My family (particularly my kids) would probably be bored. Heck I’d probably be bored.
– I’d probably have to buy a new dress and cough up a deposit on the gown/robe/mumu.
– For one tiny moment, just when they call my name, I’d be the centre of attention… and that really isn’t that important to me.
– It’s really just fluff.

But now that I’ve actually experienced the satisfaction of being done, I’m not completely sure I want to skip it. I actually liked that feeling of self-satifaction. Now, I just can’t decide.

Can We Have a Round of Gold Stars Over Here?

Number of courses required for a bachelor’s degree: 40
Number of final exams written by Sock Girl to obtain degree as of tonight: 40
Number of cervesas drank in celbration of terminar su examen español: 4
More specifically: (Bebí la cerveza cuatro para celebrar terminar mi examen español … or something to that effect… you really shouldn’t ask after 4 beer)
Amount of debt in obtaining said degree (presuming we pass Spanish): $0
Amount of time it took to complete: Feels like forever. Probably was in dog years.
How Muchacha del Calcetín (Sock Girl) is feeling right at the moment: Priceless

If any one is looking for me, I’m the sock that can’t wipe the silly grin off her face over here in the corner of Eastern Canada.

I think somebody needs to send a round of gold stars… or umbrella drinks… or somebody needs to pass me a gold medal and sing the national anthem or something. I’m just saying.


I think this may be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

Information on the athletes Dick & Rick Hoyt can be found on their website

Unexpected Beauty

Over at Generation Exhausted, Shelley posted a link to a fascinating story from the Washington Post. What do you think would happen if one of the finest classical musicians in the world, playing some of the most elegant music ever written on one of the most valuable violins ever made disguised himself as a street musician and opened his case and played in a Metro station in the middle of morning rush hour? They conducted just that experiment to explore the question “In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?”

The story has been almost haunting my thoughts… Would I stop? Would I, at the very least, have realized the significant beauty before me and mentioned it when the reporter called later? Or would I have been so wrapped up in life and the responsibility of getting to work on time that I would not have given a second glance to the gifts before me? What if my children were with me? Would I have paused with/for them?

I went to Joshua Bell’s website, because I admit I hadn’t even heard of him before the story, and was deeply moved by how beautiful the sounds were floating out of my computer. Surely music such as that would have stopped me in my tracks? And then I started to think about the many tourists I see here in the summer. At how it is sometimes amusing to see someone working so hard to take just the right photo of some landmark or other that I might pass every work day without even looking at twice. Might that be another case of being so wrapped up in everyday existence that we fail to see the beauty around us. (While I admit many tourist things are just gitch of sorts, and not a virtuoso as was present for the commuters on that day, surely life and nature have thrown treasures in my path that I have failed to see.) How very sad is that?

But almost as haunting was one line in the article: “If a great musician plays great music but no one hears… was he really any good?” Because really, even more important that what am I not seeing, is who am I not seeing. Who should be hearing applause yet I am failing to listen? What am I not appreciating or acknowledging?

While I do not know what I would have done if I had been a commuter on the morning of Bell’s performance, I hope that as I go about my days in future I am a little more cognizant of the treasures that cross my path.

So here is my challenge to you, dear readers, if you are up to it. Find me some unexpected beauty in your life. Is it that fountain outside your office building you never really notice? Is it the kid next door you haven’t gotten to know? Is it a street musician virtuoso who happens upon your path? My challenge is to pay attention to the beauty in your life and tell me about an opportunity where you find unexpected beauty. You can post it in the comments or write about it in your own blog (please share the link!) or just email me. I can’t wait to hear your stories.

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