Last week I decided to listen to just one artist on my Ipod which is unusual for me since I am almost always in shuffle and skip mode. All day Saturday, I was listening to Edith Piaf, the french singer from the '40s. I love her voice so much. The next morning I to had to be at church early for a meeting (7:45). Normally, I would turn my radio to the "Soft Sounds of Sunday" to get me into a spiritual mood but I figured Edith's lovely voice would be just as fulfilling, even though she could be saying any number of vile things (I doubt it, her songs are too beautiful) and I wouldn't know it. Did I mention all her songs are sung in French? It was at the point in the morning where the sky is somewhat gray because the sun hasn't fully come out yet, definitely a sign of Fall. I was driving north on 900 east and while listening to Edith I imagined that I was driving in France on some road in a small city like I had seen on my visit last year (around this same time). There was a man on bike with a cart making a delivery of some kind and the trees lined both sides of the road. There weren't that many people on the road which added to the effect of my fantasy. I realize that Salt Lake is a far cry from France but at that moment I felt it and it was so wonderful.
This week I tried to recreate the effect by listening to Josh Groban sing Italian but it wasn't the same. It was later in the morning so the sun was up, Josh isn't really Italian and I had too much on my mind like going through every detail of the mingle I was planning for after church. I was a little sad and then realized that beautiful moments should be cherished and then filed into memory somewhere. Easier said then done.
Speaking of France, a girl at church had this little conversation with my roommate Loralee yesterday.
Girl: It's so nice of you to let Cassie borrow your necklace to wear.
Loralee: (in confusion) What? (then she looks over to where I am standing afar off)
Loralee: That's not my necklace, that's Cassie's.
Girl: Oh, I just thought it was something you would wear.
The necklace was the one I bought for myself in Paris, I was going to post a picture and then I forgot. Some of you have seen it. Is it wrong that I was a little offended?