For those of you that took German or any other foreign language with Frau Kolb.
We are saddened to learn of the death of Reverend Richard B. Kozelka, husband of Dr. Katherine Kolb, Department of Foreign Languages and Literatures. A memorial service will be held at the Reimer's Auditorium in Hammond on September 18 at 4:00 p.m.
So about Wednesday I came home and ate a sandwich and some soup for dinner... as soon as I started eating the sandwich it felt as if something were stuck in my troat... like a lump in the troat. So I tried to drink some water... maybe I ate too much, but it wouldn't go away. Then it went from a burning painful sensation to nausea. Well... I managed to get a little more food in my system because I knew I was starving and I don't need blood sugar issues as well. I figured it'd sleep it off and it was some sort of acid problem. I woke up the next day and it was still there. The sensation that something was in my throat and almost a feeling that I was full to the brim (literally), but I knew I wasn't. Weird. Friday evening I starting having a cough and sore throat in combination with this feeling. I figured i'd just eating some hot food and burned my esophagus or scratch it in some way and it was inflamed. Tony is all worried about me and went and looked it up... apparently it sounds like a hiatal hernia. So at this point I'm a little bothered at this... why did it show up all of a sudden and why isn't it going away. How do I get it to go away. I feels a little better, but it seems to zap me when I eat. Does anyone know anything about this problem and what I should do about it?
Today I put on my accompanist hat as we're having recitals. These are the songs I'm playing...
Feed the Birds - From Mary Poppins Caro Mio Ben (in C of course) At Last - Etta James Walkin After midnight - Patsy Cline Love Story - Taylor Swift Part of Your World - From Little Mermaid Someone Like you - from Jekkyl and Hyde All I ask of you - From Phantom of the Opera
I have a wide variety. You can tell how long my students have been studying based on their peices. The ones that are more mainstream are the new ones where the ones that are more unknown at the ones that are my stars. hehehe.
I'm super nervous about caro mio ben as this is my first time playing it for anyone.
Have a great saturday. I get to see Betty Boop later!!! WEEEE!!!!
I just watched the pilot for glee. It's so good. It reminds me of choir nerdom in high school. I especially liked that they covered "Don't Stop believing". Pretty sweet!
I'm going to work on my garden today. I want lots of vegetables so I don't have to buy groceries. weeeee. I pulled a huge chile pepper off of the chile plant yesterday. I think it's going into the turkey burgers for tomorrow.
After all of the events this week (good and bad).. I'm tired and want to do NOTHING.
On the plus side of all of this loss I've had one of the single greatest weeks of VISITING with my parents and SISTERS and Maw Maw. It was also swell to see all of my cousins. I have 50ish... so you know that was strange and fun all at once. Grandmaw Mabel had something 110 descendants (kids, grandkids, and great grandkids). There was a big spray of roses on her casket. They put enough for EACH person to take one. I got one. I'm going to try to root it. Here's hoping for a beautiful bush.
So we went to the wake and funeral. Everything turned out beautiful and as a great dedication to a wonderful woman, wife, mother, sister, and aunt. Like I thought, it was one of the hardest things to sing, but Robin and I made mostly.
My Great Aunt Grace died the day after Aunt Carol. She had COPD and some other heart issues and had been in and out of the hospital. She was maw maw Betty's best friend for 40ish years. He funeral was today and Maw Maw Betty had to miss it. I don't know if she could've handled both back to back though so this was probably a blessing in disguise.
As soon as my parents got in their car from the graveside service, mom's phone rang. It was Aunt Maureen saying Grandmaw Mabel was gone. So now we're heading to Texas on Monday for a wake and a funeral. I also felt bad because it was almost as if Aunt Carol's day was a little shadowed by another. I know there were no hard feelings.