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Thursday, February 12, 2015

Rings, dings and other obnoxious things!



The buzzer on my oven went off and it never even registered with my brain that my cookies were done.  The truth is, the noise sounded like all the other 'dings' that I hear all day long so I had tuned it out thinking it was just my phone. But the most alarming thing to me (pun intended) about this was the fact that I didn't even register the sound of the timer in my brain. This could have cost me my precious chocolate chip cookies!

Now this wouldn't be the first hazardous mistake in my kitchen.  I have burned bacon so badly that even my pan was fried.  Sheds new meaning on the term 'pan fried'. The bacon was like black powder.  I pitched the pan and the ashes.

Here's the thing about 'dings':

My phone dings when I get a facebook message, a text, an e-mail, a follower on twitter....

My phone dings telling me to start walking for 5 minutes and then dings to tell me to start running for 1 minute.   (I like my 5K app.  It's helping me train for a 5K).

Ding.  "Slow down and walk".
Ding.  "You're doing great runner!"
Ding.  "Time to walk for 5 minutes and cool down."

My iPad dings too.

My husband's phone vibrates.  We sit and smile as our electronic gadgets communicate. Ding, beep, pop, boom.

I share an office with a co-worker and her phone vibrates when she gets a text....or at least I think it's a text.

My phone dings in the office too.  It's part of office life.

We have a cool app at work called 'slack' and so I get dings when anyone is using slack...making them a 'slacker'...we joke.

My phone dings with a slack message and my desktop computer dings too. I get dings at home when someone 'slacks' so I can keep up with the conversation at work, even though I'm at home.

Ding, ding, ding.

I've tried using different ring tones for various friends. One friend has been assigned the sound of a dog barking. My husband's ring sounds like a motorcycle revving.

One night I was working at the church all alone and heard a dog barking and it spooked the spooks right out of me.  How did a dog get in the church anyway?  Finally, I realized it was my phone barking.

I decided it had gone too far.

I've finally learned how to turn that stuff off and not be notified about every little thing.  But I think the damage is already done and I could have had burnt cookies to prove it!

When I no longer hear the alarm of the oven telling me to check my cookies because I've learned to tune out all the rings, dings and other obnoxious things, I begin to wonder what other things in my life I've been starting to 'tune out' because I take in too much?  There are things that are much more important than cookies.  Like the voice of the Spirit. Does His voice get lost in the crowd? Has He lost His distinction?

I hope not!

Ding.........sorry...gotta go.


Tuesday, January 29, 2013

"The Elephant Diet" Day # 47 The first listening party

2 friends listening
I did it.

I had my first 'listening party' for the Christmas CD and show project.

I was terribly scared and terribly excited, all wrapped into one.

But early this morning I was reading a journal of mine from 1999.  (That was the year I started my very first CD project "Under The Big Blue Sky").  I smiled as I read because in there I wrote that I was terribly afraid that people wouldn't like it and that they wouldn't like me.  It's that same familiar feeling coming back, but I'm getting used to the fact that this is just part of what an artist feels when they produce a new work .  It's bearing your soul to the world and that can be a very risky thing.

Tea and Treats
It went well, however.  Two friends took time out of their busy lives to come and experience the music and join me as I dream.   I hope they are encouraged to dream.

P.S.  "Night of Miracles" officially began it's journey in Nashville as they started recording today.  I will hopefully get to hear it on Thursday.  It's the first song of the CD to begin the process.