Magic, Jazz, and Bruises

Dear Ones,

learning magic

My last test free week of the semester is over, so let the games begin. I wasn't sure what to write about his week so I'll give you a run down of the days. Monday at home evening group (a church activity held every week on Mondays) we had a man in our congregation teach us magic. MIND BLOWN. He did a magic show for us first to show his skills and lets just say he's good at what he does. We learned some simple tricks so now I know how B. Ladle used to make the salt shaker go through the table...all these years and I thought you were magic. Of course I also thought you had spider eggs in your leg too so...

Tuesday in anatomy lab we took on the feet which lead to (if your squeamish please skip to the next paragraph) us nearly ripping off the big toe of our cadaver. It was on accident but my lab partner almost lost it. She has a hard time with the initial incisions and so I just look to her to know when she wants me to just got to town on my own. Some of the female cadavers have their toenails painted which also sends my partner for a loop because it humanizes them I guess.

Thursday I went to a Jazz club for the first time. I came to realize more fully that I am no where near as refined as those whom I was with. After the performance on the way home everyone was talking in the car about the parts the liked, how funny different lines of music were, the communication between the band members... Things I never noticed. When I was asked what my favorite part was I responded with I like to bass in one particular song. In shock and disagreement they asked me why? I simply thought it was fun to watch how much fun the bassist was having playing that piece. Silence. I'm sure they were thinking oh that poor simple child... but it is what it is. Like hockey for me, its hard to appreciate when you don't know what should be looking for. But it was fun none the less!


Friday we had a lab at school observing pediatric reflexes. Moms in the community brought in their kids. It was fun to try and guess their ages. I'm not great at it by any stretch. But maybe to remind myself that I am no longer that young I played soccer that night for three hours until my whole body ached. But my bumps and bruises were nothing compared to a friend who took the ball to the face at near point blank range twice in a matter of minutes. A friend leaned over to me and said she knows bad things happen in three's right? Luckily she avoided a third catastrophe by everyone being so afraid of hurting her that when she had the ball she was given quite a large radius where no one would go near her. She now covers her black eye with purple eye shadow...very natural.

Well that about sums things up! Life is sweet and in the words of my father, "I can't complain." If you like reading this blog I don't always post on facebook when I post something so you can get it via email or follow it with a google account or just deal with me in small doses whenever I post. Can't say I'd blame you if you did :)