Because I think I can relate a bit. Can you?

(Oh the joys of Pandora... and a husband's great discoveries!)

I saw a hippie girl on 8th avenue
She barely looked at me for a second or two
and I suddenly realized I no longer looked much like a hippie
mmmmm

She had a long thin dress and rainbow clothes
not long ago I wore one of those
but now-a-days I guess I don't very much
like anything
mmmmm

I had a great pair of bell-bottoms
I had two
my friend borrowed one
and the other I outgrew
and now to the eye
I'm turning into another
non-descript guy

But I still travel light
and my hair is still long
and I still hate deodorant
and I still sing songs
but over the years I've noticed
I'm not dressing as colorfully and psychedelic as I used to

Cause I wore my tye-dyes
until they rotted to shreds
and I can no longer follow
The Grateful Dead
and it's gotten to the point where I don't even identify with most Phish fans anymore

And someday soon I know I'll cut my hair
and a week after that I know I won't even care
Is that what it all comes to
all along
everything that you feel
will one day feel wrong

I was talking to my friend Eric
just to see what he thunk
and he said
'Jeff, it's weird
but I no longer look like a punk'
I guess we don't need our clothes
for an identity crutch
and we looked at each other
and we didn't look like much
and we looked out at the world
like a movie theater
at all the hippies and the punks
and the skinheads and the skaters
and someday or other
maybe sooner or later
they'll come to the realization
that what's important is what you can carry on
in human conversation
and it's not what you wear on the outside
it's what you think and feel on the inside.






















(except the part about Phish fans, of course)

Just got back

from a wonderful evening concert featuring a skilled classical violinist (name on program... downstairs... too far... Cho Chiang Lian, I think) up at the Gardner Hall.

During the Stravinsky I was thrilled, excited, tapping along with my fingers as if I actually knew the fingering patterns myself.

All I could think about was going home after the concert and marching right to my violin and busting out an old de Beriot.

During the Brahams, I started to get sleepy. Sleepy during Brahams... very predictable. "I can beat this urge to curl up on Scotty's shoulder and 'rest my eyes' as my dad always says when he claims he's not actually sleeping." Nope. By the second movement my heavy eyes are to the point where opening them and exposing them to any light would give me a serious shock. I'm not sleeping, but I'm not tap-tapping with my fingers.

All I could think about was going home after the concert and marching right to my bed and busting out the deepest and longest slumber in my Lindsey history.

So of course now I'm blogging. And listening to Jeffery Lewis sing "I Saw a Hippie Girl on 8th Avenue." My, how the night has morphed.

Chin Chin and Muck Muck

Our V Day weekend was fantastic.

How could it not be when it started out on Saturday with a little of this from my sister.

This is what sisters are for. For those of you who don't get along with your sisters and don't understand what sisters are for, I'll help you... this is it. This is what they're for. I'm so happy I have one who can appreciate these things and feels the need to call me THE INSTANT she discovers something truly this fantastic. "Two tickets to that thing you love... I'm on a horse."

Friday was an ordinary day with work and studying. Saturday started out pretty ordinary too with a lot of studying, laundry, grocery shopping, and getting everything clean so we could enjoy the weekend (I'm a Saturday morning cleaner). As the evening got closer, we started getting ready to go out for sushi and to the symphony (thanks to my wonderful parents who gave us the tickets). Scott was in heaven because he loves sushi. I was in heaven because I love Dvorchak. We had a great time.

After the symphony, we went home and celebrated Valentines Day the best way ever... by being together! Things have been so crazy lately that neither of us can remember the last time we were able to really spend time together. We're always together, you know, but we haven't been able to sit together and really spend time together lately without reading or studying or making lists. Scotty and I had a $20 limit for our gifts this year. I got Scott a harmonica, along with a book on how to play it and a capo for his guitar. I love hearing the lonesome sound of the harmonica in our apartment. It's so fun to watch him start putting songs together. It'll also be fun to take the harmonica on river trips and hikes and stuff. I'm so grateful Scott is so musical! Scott got me a couple beautiful rings and a bunch of songs on itunes from my favorite singer. And the romantic part of the evening was dancing to a Devendra song called "Chin Chin and Muck Muck (I do not endorse the lyrics, just the tune... as usually is the case with Devendra. The guy's a creep)." Man, I love this kid more and more every day. We spent the evening playing a bunch of our favorite songs on violin and guitar with martinelli's, chocolate covered strawberries, and delicious popcorn Hannay stove-top style.

Sunday morning was consisted of a delicious breakfast of oven-french toast... that was so sweet that we both could barely handle it! Neither of us sugar people, and this was a little much. After church we spent the evening at my parents' house celebrating Nick's birthday and Valentines Day. My parents were so nice sending us home with flowers, chocolates, and of course delicious leftovers. They take good care of us. It was so fun to watch some of the Olympics too. What could be a more romantic V Day than mocking the outfits of male figure skaters?

Thanks to the fancy counter at the bottom of our blog, I found out that Scott and I have been married one year... one month... one week... and one day! Wow. What's that anniversary? Copper? Should I give Scott a penny?

ROB AND HEIDI (and the weekend a bit)

Friday was the night of the Christmas Concert with the Mormon Tab Choir and Natalie Cole as the guest singer. It was a bit of a traumatic experience (after arriving late I had to fight with the ushers... jolly seventy year-old men and women... to finally obtain my cozy and not embarrassing seat in a wheelchair. Scott sat a row ahead of me... and there I was... in a wheelchair). After my parents had to give up the two seats they were saving for Scott and me, I walked past eight seats being reserved with coats. I boiled up inside a bit... and about twenty minutes later Scott and I finally sat down to enjoy the concert. Scott probably enjoyed the fact that he didn't have to sit by me that night. I was a little fired up. Sitting in a wheelchair is actually not as comfortable as you'd think. It was precarious too... I never wanted to participate in a standing ovation because I worried my seat would roll out from under me and I'd fall to the ground when I tried to sit back down. All in all, though, the concert was wonderful, and I was so happy to have seen in from any seat. It's always one of the highlights of the season for me.

It was so fun to spend our Saturday up Big Cottonwood snowshoeing with Rob and Heidi. We don't see Rob nearly enough (even though we have a hobbit closet reserved for him at our house), and we loved getting to know Heidi a lot more. Hopefully this will happen again and again...



It was a beautiful day. I have waited and waited (not so patiently) for this snow, and I loved it. It snowed the entire time we were snowshoeing. We went on Saturday, so one day before the big storm on Sunday, but it was still great to be outside in the snow. After the Sunday storm, however, I am ready to head to the hills (for some skiing)!

Oh, don't mind the four-eyes. I am officially out of contacts. Sure, I like my glasses, but this particular pair is a little out-dated prescription-wise, and it's a little stretched out so it doesn't exactly fit over my left ear. But it gets the job done. Snowshoeing was a little interesting because the snow kept sticking to my lenses and blocking my view. Also, when I'd breathe heavily, they'd kind of fog up!

We're climbing tonight... so hopefully they'll stay put while I'm up on the wall! I could totally see my face getting sweaty, causing my glasses to slip right off my face and down to the unknown below. It might be kind of fun to climb blind.

Good news though.... new insurance is in line! Scott and I have eye appointments for tomorrow!

Afterwards Scott and I took a shot at Christmas shopping. We were able to get most of it done in an hour... but there's still a little more to do.

Sunday was great, because after a power outage at church and a long YM/YW meeting (apparently Scott is the scout master for our stake!), we were able to go to Sue and Thayer's for our Christmas dinner to initiate the beginning of all the other Christmas traditions to come. I love this dinner because it really gets me thinking about what I am grateful for. And I love all this time spent with family. This year we get the best out of both worlds! We get to spend the holiday season with both the Petersens/Earls and the Hannays!!! There's so much coming up!

NOAH AND THE WHALE

Give A Little Love

Well I know my death will not come
'Til I breathe all the air out my lungs
'Til my final tune is sung
That all is fleeting
Yeah, but all is good
And my love is my whole being
And I've shared what I could
But if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own...

...Well if you are (what you love)
And you do (what you love)
I will always be the sun and moon to you
And if you share (with your heart)
Yeah, you give (with your heart)
What you share with the world is what it keeps of you

(some wisdom for the Christmas season... from an unlikely source)

I BROKE ONE OF MY RULES

LIFE RULE: Never listen to Christmas music before Thanksgiving...

Except last weekend I did all the way home from Provo. And I was way too excited about it!