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Dec. 3rd, 2018 08:57 amI don't know what to do with myself now that chorus is over until late January and I don't have to plan my morning around visiting Lily in quarantine for ten minutes before I leave. Normal? What's that?
That does mean that now I have time, and hopefully brain space, to take my new gear to the pool and play with it. That will probably happen this Sunday, for the first time, and then I get to find out how much fun it is to haul a wet full length 7mm wetsuit home on the T. I finally unbagged the wetsuit and hung it in the closet, so hopefully it will unbend itself where it was folded.
Oops, no I won't, I have a dinner party to go to on Sunday. Maybe the Sunday after next. Gives me another week to get used to Normal again, anyway.
The chorus concert went well, except for the usual screaming kid. There's always one. At least this time the fire trucks stayed off Mass Ave. Anyway, now I can say I've sung Fauré's Requiem, and I like most of it. (Memo to self, look up Debussy, because some of the Requiem sounds like some of Debussy, and I wonder who stole what.) And Gounod's Mass for St. Cecilia has some really gorgeous parts too, my favorite being the eight-part minor chord that resolves into a major chord and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. As a listener, you probably know exactly where the resolution is going, but as a singer, getting it there is amazingly satisfying.
Do I really want to go to the Dunster House Messiah sing on Wednesday night? I haven't ever done it, and I might actually have the energy, but I don't really want to haul my carcass home from Cambridge in the (comparative) middle of the night again.
It turned out I didn't want nachos, so now I have a bag of tortilla chips and a container of guacamole I don't want. What I wanted was beef and black beans cooked with chili powder and topped with cheese and pico de gallo, which is what I had. And I made soup stock out of chicken thighs, but I'm out of practice so I hope it came out reasonably well. I know it needs the fat skimmed off it, and I know it needs salt. But I hope it tastes mostly like chicken, rather than mostly like carrots and celery, which is what happened the last time I made mediocre soup stock.
I need to declutter my apartment again. I sort of started, but mostly that means there's a mess of stuff in my office that doesn't belong there, and it's annoying me.
That does mean that now I have time, and hopefully brain space, to take my new gear to the pool and play with it. That will probably happen this Sunday, for the first time, and then I get to find out how much fun it is to haul a wet full length 7mm wetsuit home on the T. I finally unbagged the wetsuit and hung it in the closet, so hopefully it will unbend itself where it was folded.
Oops, no I won't, I have a dinner party to go to on Sunday. Maybe the Sunday after next. Gives me another week to get used to Normal again, anyway.
The chorus concert went well, except for the usual screaming kid. There's always one. At least this time the fire trucks stayed off Mass Ave. Anyway, now I can say I've sung Fauré's Requiem, and I like most of it. (Memo to self, look up Debussy, because some of the Requiem sounds like some of Debussy, and I wonder who stole what.) And Gounod's Mass for St. Cecilia has some really gorgeous parts too, my favorite being the eight-part minor chord that resolves into a major chord and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. As a listener, you probably know exactly where the resolution is going, but as a singer, getting it there is amazingly satisfying.
Do I really want to go to the Dunster House Messiah sing on Wednesday night? I haven't ever done it, and I might actually have the energy, but I don't really want to haul my carcass home from Cambridge in the (comparative) middle of the night again.
It turned out I didn't want nachos, so now I have a bag of tortilla chips and a container of guacamole I don't want. What I wanted was beef and black beans cooked with chili powder and topped with cheese and pico de gallo, which is what I had. And I made soup stock out of chicken thighs, but I'm out of practice so I hope it came out reasonably well. I know it needs the fat skimmed off it, and I know it needs salt. But I hope it tastes mostly like chicken, rather than mostly like carrots and celery, which is what happened the last time I made mediocre soup stock.
I need to declutter my apartment again. I sort of started, but mostly that means there's a mess of stuff in my office that doesn't belong there, and it's annoying me.
