Of OMG
So. Today started well. I got to the airport with few delays (a miracle in and of itself, as it's construction season, after all, and the airport is south of downtown, and I live downtown, and all the construction is between me and the airport...).

So what's the first thing that happens when I get there? I walk in the door and who should be wandering his way through the baggage carousel but one of the ex's friends. He works for Border Services, I should really have expected it... so I did the "mature" thing and pretended I didn't see him and became horribly engrossed in the arrivals/departures board. It's the first time I've seen one of the boy's friends since the breakup - I've even sort of avoided our mutual friends to a certain extent. Which is not good. Going to have to face it at some point, but what can you do?

So then, I'm sitting in the lounge waiting for the plane to Calgary to board (why it was cheaper to fly to Calgary and THEN to Saskatoon, I don't know, but whatever), when who should show but a former boss. That made waiting much more pleasant as at least then there was someone to talk to - and I do like her.

So then, I get to Calgary, and I'm waiting for the next plane, and I turn around and there are two cops walking towards me. One of them had his face hidden behind a tall person sitting near me, but for about 2 seconds, I actually thought it WAS the ex. After all, the airport's in his division. Thankfully it wasn't, but that was near panic-worthy.

So then, I get to Saskatoon, and the waterpark/swimming pool here at the hotel is closed for the week. I think the gym is still open, though, so no excuses there.

And then I realize I've forgotten my camera, so I will have no proof that Saskatoon is much nicer in June than in February.

And now I am waiting for a friend to pick me up for dinner. Yay!
Of auditions
04Jun2009

Had to re-audition for the choir tonight. Short, sweet, simple. Sing a piece, do a little sight-reading in terms of rhythm, do a little sight singing (horrible at the sight singing... *sigh*).

This afternoon I had some serious self-doubt issues. The piece I wanted to sing wasn't feeling right ("Flow My Tears" by John Dowland, in case anyone is interested), so I dug through my old music and tried to find something else that would suit. I found "When Love Is Kind" - a poem of Thomas Moore's set to an old English melody that I sang back in high school... and it was feeling a little better.

I walked into the audition still not quite sure which I'd end up singing. I even asked the accompanist whether she was tired (the accompaniment to the Dowland is ridiculously easy)... and when she indicated she didn't really care, I finally decided to go with WLIK.

Score! It's a ridiculously short piece (probably only about a minute long), but apparently it shows off my "range and range of emotions", so I think the audition went well (in spite of my inability to pick out intervals when sight singing). Did let them know I might not be there in fall, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

I've been on course for work this week, so have managed to avoid doing any "real" work thus far, including even checking my emails. It's been great! I'll probably have to do some tomorrow, though. Especially since I'm off to Saskatoon for more training next week. It's been pretty good, and I've enjoyed the change in pace, a lot.
Of musings...
I know I did the right thing...


So why do I still feel like shit?