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Aug. 31st, 2015 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI lost enormous chunks of this weekend to voice recital dress rehearsal and performance. It wouldn't have been quite so bad except that both of those things happened in Stoneham and I had to meet my ride downtown. So I had to leave two hours before I was supposed to be in Stoneham so I could get downtown and wait for the rest of the carpool. I think next time I have to go to Stoneham, I'll have to suck it up and Zipcar it.
However, the recital went reasonably well. Naturally, my best rendition of the song I sang was at the lesson last Wednesday; the dress rehearsal version was a disaster and the recital version was half a disaster. I did finally get myself sorted out, but it took me two verses. The oldest student is in his 60s and is writing a musical, because he wants to (he's a lawyer by profession). He did three songs from that, and one of them is a patter song that got firmly stuck in my head after I'd heard it twice. I may have to go see this musical if it ever gets performed, just for that song.
At least I managed to get one load of laundry done on Saturday morning, so there's clean underwear. I meant to wash towels, too, but I have another set of towels. I just wish it would quit with the humidity, because that means the towels don't dry after I shower and I end up washing towels a lot.
In cheerier news, keeping myself at 26 points per day last week was good for three of the eight pounds I want to get rid of. So I guess that still works. If I'm really being good about it, I'll stay there until I've lost about 11, which is where I was happiest with life in general. Mostly I want to get back into the size 8 pants and stay there. So I go tromping off to wherever has the best cherry tomatoes, and buy a lot of them. I can't immediately think of anything else that makes me as happy as good cherry tomatoes. Except perhaps good blackberries in January. "Eat only local produce" doesn't work in New England in the winter unless you really like butternut squash, and I can't stand the stuff. So I buy blackberries from Elsewhere.
However, the recital went reasonably well. Naturally, my best rendition of the song I sang was at the lesson last Wednesday; the dress rehearsal version was a disaster and the recital version was half a disaster. I did finally get myself sorted out, but it took me two verses. The oldest student is in his 60s and is writing a musical, because he wants to (he's a lawyer by profession). He did three songs from that, and one of them is a patter song that got firmly stuck in my head after I'd heard it twice. I may have to go see this musical if it ever gets performed, just for that song.
At least I managed to get one load of laundry done on Saturday morning, so there's clean underwear. I meant to wash towels, too, but I have another set of towels. I just wish it would quit with the humidity, because that means the towels don't dry after I shower and I end up washing towels a lot.
In cheerier news, keeping myself at 26 points per day last week was good for three of the eight pounds I want to get rid of. So I guess that still works. If I'm really being good about it, I'll stay there until I've lost about 11, which is where I was happiest with life in general. Mostly I want to get back into the size 8 pants and stay there. So I go tromping off to wherever has the best cherry tomatoes, and buy a lot of them. I can't immediately think of anything else that makes me as happy as good cherry tomatoes. Except perhaps good blackberries in January. "Eat only local produce" doesn't work in New England in the winter unless you really like butternut squash, and I can't stand the stuff. So I buy blackberries from Elsewhere.
