Wednesday Bullets

• I think I'm in a bullet kind of mood right now.
• I have un-earthed the freezer in the garage. There was too much stuff in front of the freezer for me to get to it; mostly things to give to Goodwill and what not. The freezer is totally frozen up -- it says "Frostfree" on the front -- Ha! I removed the food items I could and threw them away this morning; the garbage people (sanitation engineers?) will be here this morning. Much nicer to throw the stuff away frozen than to let it sit and rot for a few days... I'll have to let it thaw a while before I throw anything else away. But before I let it thaw, I have to get all the things around it off the floor of the garage so they don't get wet.
• I've moved most of my shipping supplies to that corner of the garage; it's nice to see the dining room again. As soon as the freezer leaves, I'll have room for the giant stack of books (listed on Amazon) that are currently in the living room.
• I get to be "orchestra mom" on Saturday. The ASO workshop is this Saturday, but none of our orchestra teachers can go. So I suppose I'll carry books to read while they play. It looks as if there are going to be 200 kids from all around the Atlanta area and 100 ASO members, so two kids will get to practice for several hours begin tutored by one ASO member. The concert will be at 2:00 pm. It should be cool.
• Part of the "what-not" in front of the freezer was 5 bags of the Loving Husband's Mother's clothes. We brought them home shortly after the funeral and to be honest neither one of us have had the where-with-all to sort them out until now. I have three of her pocketbooks that I am going to display in my bedroom and Chaos' bedroom. She made them herself and I treasure them. I also found about 5 evening dresses; two of which are black with sequins. I am putting them aside for Chaos and Entropy. I don't know if they will wear them, but the two black ones would be appropriate to wear in a Symphony. As it is, next year Chaos will need something black and white to wear. Guys have it easy. One Tuxedo and a couple of shirts. Harder for girls.
• The house is still a wreck, but I suppose that part of the process of this deep cleaning is initally getting messier.
• Trans-Siberian Orchestra was also taken by the story of the Cellist of Sarajevo. There is a song on one of their CDs called "The Prince of Peace."
  

  And the deepest scars of all
  Which to humans are unseen
  But the angel could see clearly
  Were the scars upon the dreams

  Like Belfast and Burundi
  Rwanda, Palestine
  The only decorations here
  Had been awarded for their crimes

  And in gardens where the children played
  Now soldiers only trod
  And stranger still, he heard some say
  That they were killing for their god

  Now the angel heard god speak many times
  And he had always paid attention
  But this killing of ones neighbor
  Was something the Lord had never mentioned

  But as he neared the earth
  Of a recent battleground
  From among the ruins
  He once more heard the sound

  It was a single cello playing
  A forgotten Christmas song
  And even on that battlefield
  The song somehow belonged

  And as he flew away
  The angel did take note
  That where he found this music played
  One always could find hope