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Sunday night at the Oregon symphony

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Sergei Prokofiev
Sinfonia concertante for Cello and Orchestra, Opus 125
Alban Gerhardt, cello [he was really good]
✂ intermission
Antonin Dvorak
Symphony No. 9 in E minor, Opus 95, [old No.5] “From the New World”

They did a whole lot of fiddling around ☺

we received a parking ticket $

and it was a good night out ✔

Have a good monday, dear friends.

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Hi friends.

It has been quite a week.  
The grape harvest/crush is slowly drawing to a close.  And yesterday we had a tasting, pre-thanksgiving,  and free to those who bring the latest mailer from us.  Next weekend will be the thanksgiving tasting time for the Oregon wineries.  It is usually well attended and some are people that are visiting for the first time in our wine valley and are fairly new to wine tasting.
Casey had her oral surgery on Thursday and stayed home from school on Friday.  Today she is just starting to feel a little better.  Yesterday, and the day before, her whole body was painful to the touch for some reason.  Who knows what goes on with taking these medications and all.  It just drives me nuts when either of my daughters are not feeling well.  It is the one place where worry can get hold of me very easily.
My painting has taken a back seat for several days, but, it has been on my mind.  The need to start the wall paintings/mural work at the school has also been on my mind.  
There was frost on the ground this morning.  The days hold little warmth any more.  The sun is low in the sky and hides behind rain clouds more often.  
Time to put up some twinkly lights.

Love,
nance

fellowship in relating

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A comment from my Thursday post:

“When I taught
toddlers
in Sunday School,
I spent most
of my time
on my knees,
at their level.”

~by Glynn Young

Glynn also said …

“It’s true on two levels.

When parents brought their kids to the class, I would meet them at the door on my knees – toddler level. Shy or frightened children could more easily deal with an adult who was as tall as they were. And then all the teaching was down in a kneeling or sitting position. The only time I’d be standing would be for outside play.

The second level was for prayer about teaching them.”

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As for me…

When i read the comment, the thought about being on one’s knees and getting to the level of a child came through pretty strong.  I speaks to me of a position, a mind set, and a way of heart in connection and relating with and in the Lord.
And when i really think of the way that we are lifted in fellowship and relationship with others, and just how much the Lord is with us in it, i am in awe.

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parent teacher conferences

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i roamed the halls with all the other parents, looking dazed and lost. finally i found each and every room and most teachers. we talked, well, mainly i listened. what i really wanted to do was just meet them. i wanted to learn a name and a face, and hear a voice. a voice that tells me about my daughter, things i pretty much already knew about her. there are surely many things about my daughter that neither the teacher nor i will ever know. but, i met all but two of the teachers and they met me.