Good Morning Dear Reader,
At first I thought I was going to be able to write a little word each day, and I did actually have the intention to do that. Well since Friday I haven't managed it. Please forgive me.
So what is new? I'm still at the factory making farm machinery and finally have worked out what I am actually doing doing, and as of today I should be a useful member of the team instead of that annoying git who's just taking notes all the time. However, I have been lead to believe that these "notes" might actually be used to form a User's guide and assembly instructions. You remember me telling you about playing at big boy meccano all day? Well one of the differences between big boy and normal maecanno is that big boy mecanno doesn't have any instructions. The guy who hired me was interested in the fact that I knew about page layouts etc... Whatever happens, I'm enjoying myself immensely and I have a certain feeling of satisfaction.
So what else is new? On Sunday one of my choirs (A Clair Voix) was in concert. All of Saturday and Sunday morning was overshadowed by the dread of this concert. Kick off was at 14h and the two teams lined up for the show off. The conductor and 55 choristers. I think the final score was a draw, but it was a long match. That last bit was crap. Let's have a think. Parts of the concert were great. I mean really great. They were singing just like I wanted them to. In others however, it was far from great, it was even far from bad, but close to abysmal. Strange how you get so much variety in a concert! The most important thing is that the choir was, on the whole, happy, and had recognised it's mistakes, and that the association that we were singing for was pleased with us. So I guess that is the most important thing. The next concert is on the 17th of December. Unless you count on the period of carolling which is every Friday in December until the 22nd.
So is there anything else new? I had an E-mail from a friend on Friday. Yes Dear reader I DO have friends... a friend. Well I hope a friend... Now this I'm going to have to put into perspective otherwise you're not going to understand anything. I was adopted when I was three weeks old. My parents always told me that I was adopted and for me it had become so natural. When I was 19 I met my birth mother, and after the initial euphoria of finding my mum, I realised that this lady, however nice she may be, was not my mum. The final nail went into the coffin when Killian had just been born, and I told her that "I was going to look after my baby." As soon as I had said it I regretted it at once, but the cat, dog, horse, etc were out of the bag. I'm not into Psychology, I generally think they are full manure. But one theory that they have is that an adopted child will want to in it's turn reject it's birth mother. Maybe this isn't one of those manurey theories they are famous for.
Anyway! I met somebody this year in the same position as my birth mother, except that the person was a little older than 16. I was allowed to see the situation from the other side. I now understand the pain and suffering the person went through, and how hard it was to give the child up for adoption. If the person who this happened to reads this, she'll know what I'm talking about. I wish I was able to help more and be more present to offer what ever I could. She is in my thoughts and in my prayers.
Time to got to work. Take care Dear Reader,
Ian
At first I thought I was going to be able to write a little word each day, and I did actually have the intention to do that. Well since Friday I haven't managed it. Please forgive me.
So what is new? I'm still at the factory making farm machinery and finally have worked out what I am actually doing doing, and as of today I should be a useful member of the team instead of that annoying git who's just taking notes all the time. However, I have been lead to believe that these "notes" might actually be used to form a User's guide and assembly instructions. You remember me telling you about playing at big boy meccano all day? Well one of the differences between big boy and normal maecanno is that big boy mecanno doesn't have any instructions. The guy who hired me was interested in the fact that I knew about page layouts etc... Whatever happens, I'm enjoying myself immensely and I have a certain feeling of satisfaction.
So what else is new? On Sunday one of my choirs (A Clair Voix) was in concert. All of Saturday and Sunday morning was overshadowed by the dread of this concert. Kick off was at 14h and the two teams lined up for the show off. The conductor and 55 choristers. I think the final score was a draw, but it was a long match. That last bit was crap. Let's have a think. Parts of the concert were great. I mean really great. They were singing just like I wanted them to. In others however, it was far from great, it was even far from bad, but close to abysmal. Strange how you get so much variety in a concert! The most important thing is that the choir was, on the whole, happy, and had recognised it's mistakes, and that the association that we were singing for was pleased with us. So I guess that is the most important thing. The next concert is on the 17th of December. Unless you count on the period of carolling which is every Friday in December until the 22nd.
So is there anything else new? I had an E-mail from a friend on Friday. Yes Dear reader I DO have friends... a friend. Well I hope a friend... Now this I'm going to have to put into perspective otherwise you're not going to understand anything. I was adopted when I was three weeks old. My parents always told me that I was adopted and for me it had become so natural. When I was 19 I met my birth mother, and after the initial euphoria of finding my mum, I realised that this lady, however nice she may be, was not my mum. The final nail went into the coffin when Killian had just been born, and I told her that "I was going to look after my baby." As soon as I had said it I regretted it at once, but the cat, dog, horse, etc were out of the bag. I'm not into Psychology, I generally think they are full manure. But one theory that they have is that an adopted child will want to in it's turn reject it's birth mother. Maybe this isn't one of those manurey theories they are famous for.
Anyway! I met somebody this year in the same position as my birth mother, except that the person was a little older than 16. I was allowed to see the situation from the other side. I now understand the pain and suffering the person went through, and how hard it was to give the child up for adoption. If the person who this happened to reads this, she'll know what I'm talking about. I wish I was able to help more and be more present to offer what ever I could. She is in my thoughts and in my prayers.
Time to got to work. Take care Dear Reader,
Ian
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