Infinite Motion

The title of this entry? Describes me. 

I have a horrible inability to rest. My brother (when I was in Sydney) would ask when I would be able to hang out, and would assume I'd only have an hour, as I'm off to another rehearsal/meeting/blah. 

When I gave myself this winter break to "relax", I didn't consider that it actually can't be done. I spend the whole day "relaxing" on craig's list, wondering what random jobs I could pick up. Unfortunately, many of their posted gigs included sending in naked photos, or being single and going to their home office… Why do I need to be single to help you answer phones?!

Suss.

To alleviate my tension (due to lack of action, oh the irony), I went to the IMF with my mother so I could help her with scanning. My mother is a machine. Her work days begin at 5am (if not earlier) when she wakes and attends to emails at home. Then she heads to the gym for a round of squash. 

On Wednesday December 11, I joined her.

Strike that Pose

(Early) Morning Squash with My Awesome Mother

The IMF

Scanning at the IMF is mindless work. This type of things suits me. I enjoy the monotony of it, so melodies from musicals can course through my head, unimpeded. Not to mention the array of teas available - my mother works in the Chinese Executive Director's Office. I have no idea what type of tea I was drinking, but it was obviously FOB from China. The décor is refreshing too!

The day progressed smoothly, and off I was to a rehearsal for a Concert I'll be singing in this Sunday. We are singing excerpts from Handel's Messiah and the whole of Vivaldi's Gloria. My maestro - who is italian and barely speaks english, looks like your typical (muggle clothed) Harry Potter. 

Harry Potterus Maestro 

clearer picture to come

On the way home…

My mother just has to stop by the Blessed Sacrament. This is after a long day and rehearsal- after 11pm. I find her stamina incredible, but she just "needed to say hi. two minutes." I whip out my Catholic schooling and plead with her, saying that when two or more are in a room and praying, Jesus is with them. Saying that Jesus is omnipotent and omnipresent and we can just say hello in the car….

She won't have it. 

When organising visits to the Blessed Sacrament, St. Thomas á Becket (and other parishes) provide a book to sign up for a time, ensuring that Jesus is never left alone. It boggles my brain that they continue this well into the night. When we arrive there, only one other car is in the lot. I wait in the car as mom has her "two minutes"… and I see the other person tottering to her car and pulling out.

Next thing I know, Mom is asking me to pick her up later, that the person who was meant to come hasn't arrived, and that the poor lady beforehand was waiting for an hour and a half. 

Wow… It dawns on me that perhaps mom's insistence to go to St. Thomas' was indeed a necessary component to our day. It befuddles me to think that she is so dedicated to her faith that she would stay at the church until midnight if necessary. It's the line between gallant and nonsensical, but her dedication inspires me to commend her efforts. It is very rare to find someone of her conviction.

I was gonna blog about Hammer's Winter Apparel, and Watching the streaming of the Sound of Music, but the segue is not smooth. It will have to wait.

Until Next Time :)