It is great to be almost well again. :-) I can almost talk normally now without having to clear my throat every 2 minutes. However, I am not sure if the neighbours are happy because instead of hearing me cough or clear my throat, I am now singing (or rather - trying to sing) because for over two months, that is something that I could not do thanks to my sinus.
Here's a spontaneous recording of 'Fly Me To the Moon' which I did this morning.
Of course it is nothing great. My younger boy insists it is NOT music - only cacophony. Today, he was tested and it was confirmed again that he has perfect pitch. My older boy also has the same. Life is unfair. I don't understand why my two boys have perfect pitch but I don't. I can see my boy smirking in the background.
Soon, I will be attending classes. I wonder what it will be like to be a student again. I am quite sure I will be the oldest in the class. The last time I attended an art course, I was the 'Auntie' in the class :-). I am sure it will be the same again.
Anyway, I believe it will be good for me as I can feel what it is like in the other side of the court and to be able to empathise with my students.
Originally, I wanted to be take the course full-time but the Head of Department advised me do it part-time as the full-time workload would be too stressful and it was likely I would have extreme difficulty in meeting deadlines and assignments. I am sure my students reading this would be smiling. :-)
Here's something that my son wrote yesterday afternoon. His reward was extra time for his games. :-)
It was the last round of the card game before we turned in for the night at Jake's sleepover party. Adam suggested that the loser should be slapped with a forfeit. We all agreed that the unlucky one would have to go on his own and knock on the door of the house across the road where Jake lived.
As I looked out of the window, it almost seemed as though that gloomy looking house was glaring at me angrily. I just knew that the loser of this fateful round would definitely have an interesting trip to nothing but sheer doom.
As I played my turn, I gathered my cards and heaved a sigh of relief thinking I had a good call. One by one, we showed our cards. The final round pierced my heart.
I was destined to be THE chosen one. I kept to the deal with unspoken words without looking at my friends who were giggling and grimacing eagerly to frighten me.
Walking there, I felt as though the house opposite was staring right into my eyes. Bathed in the moonlight, the wooden house seemed eerily evil. Curiosity beckoned and I walked towards that house.
Treading slowly on the damp soil in the garden, a sudden surge of panic froze me to the spot. Out of the blue, my friends were screaming and telling me to run for my life.
Before I could turn around to ask them to shut up, I saw a wooden stake moving in my direction and it pierced my chest. A piercing high-pitched scream was the last thing I heard as my head struck the ground.
Wishing everyone a lovely evening!
cin2tan wow ! i'm 66 but tak larat tulis macam tu !!