Symphony Adventures

This was, in a way, my birthday weekend, since the symphony tickets were my present from Sean. It was a wonderful night, with a charming dinner at yet another Italian restaurant where I attempted to decode the lengthy list of ingredients to determine which dishes I might actually like (apparently I'm not big on "fancy" cuisine"), and the pleasure of being all dressed up for the symphony itself. It was performed in Woolsey Hall, which is part of Yale's campus, and which is just stunning inside. The music was excellent, though it began with kind of boring Salieri music, then slightly less boring Mozart, but finished strongly with Beethoven, albeit his lesser-acclaimed Fourth Symphony. Sean and I agreed that we dislike that teasing thing that classical music does--doing all this crazy leadup as if to a huge finale but than dancing away to these little delicate little melodies, and then doing it over and over again, before finally getting to the thunderous conclusion. It's like foreplay--it's good, but too much is just really really frustrating.

Last night was just one of those amazing nights when we lay awake in bed in the dark just talking for hours, about anything and everything, and feeling so incredibly close and loved that it was just the absolute best feeling I've ever had. Waking up this morning was, as expectedly, slightly less grand, since I am infamous for my not-morning-person-ness. Sean was disturbed by my fiendish aversion to the sunlight--ie, insisting on hiding under the covers even though the shades were closed. He also decided I'm inhuman in that I always sniff unfamiliar food before I'll try it, and if it doesn't smell right to me, I won't. He says this is catlike and weird, but I think it's a perfectly decent way to determine which foods I will like and which I will hate. Even if I do taste the foods that smell weird--like many, many instances of my mom's kitchen creations--I never like them. My nose does not fail me!

Today was a busy day--we helped Linda a little bit with the basement work, picking up the carpets and getting a bookcase. Sean and I built it together, which was much easier than I anticipated, and it's so pretty! All dark wood. We got all his books into it, and cleaned his room and partially Hubbard's porch, which made her so happy. Poor Linda, she works full time, is working on this basement thing, and has to deal with Hubbard's comments and her sister's demands--she really needs a break. I felt so bad for her. I need to come up with some sort of good gift for her, since I already have Hub's--who apparently mentioned to Sean something about a sweater for me, eek.

I never stop wondering at what I've done to be so incredibly blessed.