Daily Archives: June 19, 2018

Appointments

I go see the dentist this morning, Tillie this afternoon, and the dermatologist tomorrow morning.  So I am busy today,  That will help me though not be so bored, etc.

I made another recording for my vlog and put it up yesterday,  Check out the channel “Julie Whitehead” on YouTube and catch my latest broadcast about my day to day life with bipolar disorder.

I am sleepy this morning but up and doing.  Read my Bible and checked on all my message places and looked on Facebook.  Candy and Christy are here working so we are talking on and off as I type.  I love these girls and how much help they are to me.

I need to work over my syllabus and revise it for this fall.  Then send it over to be copied and all at MC.  I will need to run over there at some point then and pick them up and meet with the lady to set my class up in Moodle, the online interface.  So I have things coming up to do in July.

I guess I wil go get ready to leave for my dental appointment.  Hope everyone has a good day today!

Inspired Upon Waking

It was a small venue—an old church, maybe.  Judi Dench sat on an old piano bench against the right wall, looking worried and undecided.  We all sat quietly, but the people around me held thin plastic squares high in the air—no bigger than a matchbook with rounded corners, so I knew it was an Apple product.  Tiny recorders.

“Yes,” Dame Dench finally said in her raspy voice, “I will sing, but absolutely no recording.  Please.”

No one put down their tiny squares, and I felt anger tumble over my need.

“Put them down,” I said, trying for loud and reasonable, but ending up with shaky.  “It’s Judi’s voice, not yours.  It belongs to her.”

More hands lifted in the semi-darkness.

They’re spoiling it, I thought, desperate.  She’ll leave.

Her eyes found mine in the crowd.  “Oh, all right, then.”

She turned to the piano, away from her audience, but did not play it.  She started to sing a Loreena McKennett song acapella, her Shakespearian-raw voice scratching the notes.  She was not a singer, yet she sang.  At 83, she sang.  Recorders be damned.