VISI, day 18

Also a fairly uneventful day.  Woke up feeling absolutely lousy, so I texted my pianist saying I would be late to the first coaching.  Had a shower, felt marginally better, headed over.  The coaching was quite good actually.  

I brought my dress and some lunch along, so I ate quickly then changed and brushed my teeth, as I was singing in a concert at one o'clock.  I sang Die Mainacht and Les chemins de l'amour.  It went quite well, I thought: not a perfect performance by any means, but I managed to stay in the moment, focused, got over mistakes and went on, and was overall happy with my performance.  Yay!

I had one more coaching at four, so I went home and ... watched more My Little Pony.  A good pick-me-up after a somewhat-depressing missive received from a good friend. 

My second coaching was a staging session, so it was alright.  I like to work with this sort of thing.  

After that coaching I headed back to dorm, made some food and had a chat with my mother, which was good.  Tomorrow looks vaguely complicated but I'm sure it'll all get figured out.

Oh!  Bird story!  While I'm thinking about it!  So this is Friday morning, and I'm asleep, and I'm dreaming, and suddenly I think I hear one of the cats making a strange sort of coo/meow noise.  It sounds a bit like a bird, but I associate it with a cat, since I've grown up with cats.  Except then I start to wake up, and the sound's not going away, and I remember that I'm in Vancouver, and there is no cat in my room.

oh my gosh.  It's a bird.  It has to be a bird.  There is no screen on the window of my room, and I have been keeping it open.  It's a bird.  There is a bird in my room.

It's not flapping around.  I open my eyes, and look around a bit.  I don't see it.  I sit up.  Still don't see it.  Look at the window.  Oh, the curtain is flapping a bit, maybe it's just standing on the ledge.  Maybe if I twitch the curtain it'll fly out the window.  I slide forward in bed a bit, toward the window, and suddenly there's this great flapping and a coo, and I scream out of surprise as the bird flies up from where it was standing beside my bed (on the floor) to my desk.

We both stop.  I take a look at it.  It's a decently big bird - maybe two and a half times the size of a robin?  Not the size of a seagull, though.  A medium-sized bird.  It's a steely, muted greyish-blue, and looks like it has some speckles on its tail.  But I don't have my glasses on, so it's a bit hard to tell.  

I'm nervous - if it gets mad at me, it's a lot faster than I am, and I don't have anything to defend myself in easy reach (I suppose a pillow might have worked).  I can't really get to the door.  The curtain is still closed.  I have no idea (duh) what this bird is thinking.  Maybe it just doesn't know how to get out.  I inch over, reach and grab the curtain, then pull it open.  I wait.  It flies to the ledge, then hops out the window.  I lean over, carefully, and wait for it to hop a bit along the ledge before pulling the window mostly shut.

Luckily, I did not wake anyone, and luckily, the bird did not decide to be mad at me.  

So that is the bird story!