Holy Stolen Thunder, Batman!

So Gigi pretty much wrote the post I had wanted to today (suffice it to say that I also felt super productive today), so I'll let her have it, and I encourage you to just generally read her blog because she's awesome.

So what shall I write about today?

Noah's soccer game? No, I'll hack Mom's blog and put it there.

Our excursion to the Huntington? Fine,  you get one picture. I'm not terribly happy with most of them.

How about my new calling then? Yes, that will do. I'm the Primary pianist in my ward now. Primary is the Sunday School for kids 4-11, and they spend a certain amount of every Sunday with "singing time." The chorister used to be one of my Young Women leaders, so we already know how to work with each other.

But here's the thing. I took my last piano lesson at 15 and I can hardly accompany myself sometimes.

And my first day was Mother's Day, when the kids sang in sacrament meeting (read: I had to play in front of everyone). Luckily, I had time to put some work into it and the Lord qualifies those He calls. My playing wasn't a disaster. Not fabulous, but not a disaster either. Now I have motivation to achieve the goal I made at the beginning of the summer to get good at piano again. Funny how things work that way.