I don NOT recommend hitting a deer

Here, my friends, is a tragic tale. I was driving a friend home last week and we were on a narrow gravel road with long grass along a steep ditch. I tried going 80 (as that is officially the speed limit there) but it wasn't going too well because this particular back road needs to be redone soon. So I brought her down to 60 or 70, and a few seconds later a deer jumps out of the grass. We hit it dead on. It flew over into the opposite ditch. The damage didn't seem TOO bad. The hood was a bit bent and the bumper needed to be replaced. Thank goodness it was a minivan though. Anyway, I had to file the police report, and I sort of went in blind as my parents talked to the insurance agents and repairmen, so when the police wanted to know the extent of the damage and whether the insurance would cover it, I couldn't answer because I wasn't "in the loop." So when I had to go to the police station to finish up what I could not answer on the phone, Mom asked if she should come in. As she is the actual owner of the van, I figured it wouldn't hurt. So when they finished asking all the questions, it was basically my dear mother who answered all of them because neither of my parents had saw fit to inform me what they had found out from the insurance company and the repairmen. It turns out the radiator was also cracked and leaking . . . So if you hit a deer, make sure you know what is going on.

I ought to put a fugue on here

Here is a picture of the facade of the organ.

New wallpaper!

I can not even begin to express how proud I am of this: I made the background for this blog from scratch! If you would like to use it as well for your everyday needs, or if you would like to bask in its glory, here it is.

Featured Organ of the Week

This is a recording of one of my favourite pieces being played on the famous organ at Notre Dame de Paris. I had a friend who's mother was an organist. This friend had difficulty remembering boring names such as "Toccata in b minor" so she would create more suitable names. And now, for the aptly named, "Flight of the Epileptic Butterfly Being Chased by a Bear."

No, I'm NOT Archaic

I know the pipe organ seems old, and I like classical music . . . But I don't live in the stone age. Though my favourite music usually isn't less than 100 years old, I still appreciate modern music. I get great enjoyment from watching movies, and might watch 3-5 a week. The majority of my time is spent practicing. I might have spent just over an hour per day last year when I was just working on my grade 9 piano, but now with grade 10 piano, grade 8 organ and a church job, it's really more like 5 hours a day - something to look forward to.