Janet (j4) wrote,
Janet
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Ex-term

I like having the structure of the academic year as a way of marking time in my life, but I haven't been this glad to see the end of a term approaching for a long time. Peterhouse Chapel Choir has been great fun, with growing friendships and some glorious music; but it's still a huge time-commitment to fit in around a full-time job, particularly since I started having singing lessons this term (and yes, I know I'm long overdue an update about that).

The CCO has eaten more of my time than usual, too; no half term (it was decided that we needed the extra rehearsal), a big concert on March 4th (which, admittedly, went very well), and the various Publicity Officer duties which I was so relieved to relinquish at the AGM on the 8th after a year of failing to carry them out efficiently. However, I'm missing the last rehearsal of term to see the Organ at Club Goo, so I shouldn't feel too resentful of the orchestra for stealing my time.

Then there's tap classes on Mondays; much though I'm enjoying learning tap, I'm starting to think that there are lots of other things I could enjoy just as much which would be more beneficial to me or others. Also, the class which originally consisted of me and one other adult (a lovely lady called Maria who was always full of excited enthusiasm for the lessons) now consists of me and a bunch of surly teenagers who flick their hair at me, roll their eyes when I ask questions, and clearly resent the rather unsurprising fact that -- after having been to twice as many lessons as them -- I can do the moves better than them. Only two more lessons before the end of that term, though, and I'd quite like to have decided by the end of term so that I can tell Miss Julie if I'm not going to be coming back.

Despite being overcommitted in so many directions, I've managed to carry on volunteering at Oxfam on Saturday morning, singing (occasionally) at Portfolio on Tuesday nights, and even going to gigs, plays, and parties. My mum frequently asks me (when I can actually catch her for a chat in between her full-time job, her Archaeology degree classes, helping out with my dad's blues radio show, Aquafit classes, and learning harmonica...) how on earth I find the time, and I have to confess I've no idea, but it probably mostly involves cycling as fast as possible and not getting enough sleep. (The latter is not helped by the Howling Horror next door, which at 16 months or so is still screaming non-stop for half an hour or so at least once a night -- O wise parents on my friends-list, when do they stop doing that??)

I've also been frantically tidying, sorting, filing, selling stuff on ebay, and eventually giving/throwing stuff away, in an attempt to make room for the piano which should be moving in with us on Thursday. Now, in view of this aim, buying 95 books (also 12 CDs, a large vase, an oversized plant-pot, and a china cat) at keirf's leaving sale last Saturday might be seen as counterproductive; but really, they were all very good books, and I've even read one of them already, so it was clearly worth buying them. This Sunday, we're visiting my parents (or, if possible, persuading them to visit us) so that I can give them a load of boxes of rarely-used stuff of mine to store at their place, and so that they can give me heaps of junk to sell at a car boot sale on the 26th. (If you think some of these things seem to be occurring in the wrong order, then you're probably right.)

Busy, then; and when it comes to a choice between doing things and writing about them, the writing tends to suffer, so I've still got half a dozen things that I'd like to write up. I think I'd rather my brain (like my calendar) had too many things to occupy it than not enough; but apologies to all the people whose comments and posts I've failed to reply to. Feel free to poke me if you think I've missed anything vital. And I'll try to catch up during the holidays...
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