Homecoming weekend, con't.

Finally, the long-awaited weekend moments post, illustrated. Blogging's a funny thing. I absolutely HAD to write about this stuff when I thought of it, but now that 3 days have gone by, it seems much less pressing. But, I still want to share three little thoughts.
First, I got to see Freya this weekend. Freya and I hadn't seen each other since I was in her wedding two and a half years ago. Sadly, we hadn't spoken in that long either. I'm not entirely sure what happened and we didn't discuss it this weekend, but regardless, it was good to see an old friend and a kindred spirit. So here's Freya...and her 3 week old baby boy, Max!!! Now that's craziness! It's just weird how everyone's lives are changing so quickly. We used to sit around and talk about cute boys and bad dates. Now she has a husband and a baby. Regardless, it was good to see her. I was a little mad at her for not keeping in touch, but there was something about her infectuous (sp?) smile that just made all of my inner bitterness toward her melt away. Maybe that's the sign of a natural friendship. Or, maybe not... whatever.
Saturday morning, I was practicing in the concert hall at the music building on campus. I was just playing along, staring at my music, but then I needed to really work out a run so I started pacing around playing it over and over like I always used to do. Memories of long practice sessions in that room started flooding back to me, but then I looked up at the little window above the clock. It's in the picture to the right, but it's hard to get perspective from that shot. The window is just a tiny little square way up high on the white, concrete block wall. But, the cool thing is that you can see a little piece of a tree in that window. Just a few branches...none of the rest of the tree is visible from that perspective. I missed that window. I didn't even realize that I missed it, but I had. I used to watch the light change, the leaves change, the seasons change through that window as I practiced. I watched time go by through that window. I knew that I needed to kick it in for finals when the leaves started falling off that tree and that I would soon be shedding my sweaters when I could see the flowering blossoms in the spring. For some reason, that window symbolized a sort of peace and steadiness and constancy and routine that I crave when life is really crazy.

Ok, the last one is just plain old funny. In fact, I laughed so hard, I could hardly breathe. So, Rachel and Dan (her husband...noticing any themes among my college friends?) and I were driving through the great metropolis of Winona Lake on Sunday and got a little misdirected so I pulled into a parking lot to turn around. I don't know what it was... the local sanitation office or some such thing, but they had labeled parking spots. Not with numbers or titles, but with the employees' names. Apparently, the thought that one or more of them might leave the company at some point was beyond their imagination. Also, I feel a need to point out that there were only about 6 spaces in the whole parking lot. Yet, they labeled the employees' spaces personally. I'm sorry, but did they have a hard time finding parking before? And, do they have to work their way up to the front parking spot? I mean, that could cut a full 15 seconds off their commute. God help Becci if she tries to park in Giselle's spot. K, I'll stop my insensitivity now... but it's just so funny!