The Cat Who Has Everything

Flowers and sunlight and …


… a tasty beverage!


My brother Douglas and his wife Robin came to my concert last night and brought me these perfect roses. I’m not sure if the picture really conveys their color, which is this lovely peachy red that I’ve never seen before.

Our director graded our performance, and weirdly, he gave us an “A” for the one piece I thought we completely destroyed (the Gorecki Totus Tuus). Maybe it was just me and the people around me? It was so horribly flat I wanted to die. (Not a comment on me or the people around me, by the way. We are fabulous. It just happens sometimes.) The lowest mark we got was a B+ for the opening Bach piece. I agree with him there. There was something lackluster about it. Our hearts weren’t in it or something. We’ll do better today.

Choir Clothes

choirdress.jpg “Might not the arts be not the luxury of a few, but the last best hope of humanity to inhabit with joy this planet?” (Robert Shaw) Our choir director emailed us this quote. He sent it to us last year, too. I love this quote. The answer is yes.

I’m going to be in the front row for our concerts tonight and tomorrow, which means I will actually be SEEN. Of course, I have nothing to wear. The requirements: all black, and demure. I bought two possiblities, a dress and a top, decided I couldn’t afford both, and returned the dress. This is a picture of the dress I returned to Anthropologie yesterday. I couldn’t find a picture of the top I decided to go with. It’s actually almost exactly like this dress, but the sleeves are longer, which I decided was demure-er.

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