Friday, February 18, 2011

7 Quick Takes: Volume 30

The idea of 7 Quick Takes Friday comes from blogger Jennifer Fulwiler, who hosts it weekly at her site, Conversion Diary.

Today's installment of 7 Quick Takes is a bonanza of February fun! Enjoy, and Happy Friday!


This weekend, the community choir I sing with is giving a concert.

Usually when I'm singing, I'm too focused to notice people's cellphones (etc.) making noise. But when I'm in the audience, it's a huge distraction.

That's why I loved this picture:

And look! They even supplied the bassoon!


As to what I'll be having for breakfast on concert day, well...


Rachel Held Evans wrote a great post on Valentine's Day. Here's a sample:

Back when I was single, I imagined that Valentine’s Day was the happiest day of the year for couples. I just assumed that they floated through the day in uninterrupted bliss, their hearts full of joy and peace, their lives as sweet and orderly as a box of Russell Stovers.

I figured I’d be happy once I joined their ranks.

Same goes for publishing. Back when I was an unpublished writer, I watched in envy as online friends nabbed book deals. I offered congratulations and emoticons with the same forced smile I gave the cheerleaders walking down the hall with a carnation of every color.

I figured I’d be happy once I too got “the call.”

And now I’m a published author with a wonderful husband and a burgeoning speaking career and I’ll I can do is hate poor Ann Voskamp for selling more copies of her memoir than I’ve sold of mine.

I figure I’ll be happy once I’m making a decent living at this, once I don’t have to worry how we’ll pay the bills, once I see my name in Amazon’s Top 100, once I’ve stopped doubting, once I’ve figured God out.

I’ll be happy once….

I suppose we’ve all got something with which to finish that sentence—even the richest, most successful, most put-together among us. We’re all waiting for happiness to come to us, for joy to arrive in a bouquet of flowers or letter of acceptance or little pink plus sign on a pregnancy test.

But every now and then I catch a glimpse of the surprising places where joy actually resides.
Read the rest of Rachel's post here.


In other February news, Melanie (aka, Big Mama) wrote a post about a rodeo-season weekend in San Antonio.

It's just a sweet little photo-album-with-words about a Texas family's weekend, but there are some humor gems tucked in here and there amidst the fair rides and funnelcake.

How is that February-related? I'm so glad you asked. Read on...


When I was a kid growing up in Tucson, every February brought Rodeo Days: a four-day celebration of calf-roping and bull-riding.* It was big.

So big, in fact, that schools were closed for that Thursday and Friday. Plus, on the first three days of Rodeo Week, we were allowed to wear jeans to school!

That's BIG.

Not as big as the state-fair-carnival-extravaganza in San Antonio, but still, big.

* No bull-riding or calf-roping for me. I'm a musician, remember? For me, this annual event meant marching with my junior high school band in the Rodeo Parade, wearing white jeans and white canvas sneakers that, thanks to the many horses preceding us on the parade route, would never be white again.


But you know what February holiday has never made sense to me?

Groundhog Day.

OK, so if the groundhog sees his shadow, it's six more weeks of winter, right? Which means Spring arrives roughly mid-March... and that's where I get confused.

Is that a bad thing, or a good thing? Do we want Punxatawny Phil to see his shadow, or don't we?

It's probably my Southwestern roots getting in the way. In my hometown, Spring typically arrives well before mid-March, regardless of what Mr. Phil has or hasn't seen on Feb. 2.

And in my current location, Spring arrives well after that date.

So can someone with a better understanding of Groundhog Day explain it to me?


Tuesday was the anniversary of the passing of Nat "King" Cole. I'd like to remember him with a full-length post on his birthday next month.

Still, February is Black History Month... and he is certainly a figure in Black history.

Thanks, Nat. Your contribution to American music can hardly be overstated. You are truly Unforgettable.

[Edited: Originally, I'd posted a video of Nat singing this song on his variety show, but that video was removed from YouTube. Though I really wanted to show him singing it by himself, I'd forgotten how sweet this tribute version with his daughter Natalie is. And once the photo album montage starts, well... if you don't need a tissue at that point, you're made of sterner stuff than I am. Enjoy.]


1 comment:

  1. I like all of this. Particularly the 1st and last ones!

    1. The bassoon is supplied! Oh dear.
    7. I JUST was thinking of that song two minutes ago, literally!


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