pies: three.

cooling in my room.  apparently? the shelves in the oven are not precisely horizontal.  there was some filling-bubbling-over-the-edge stuff happening.  should still be tasty, but is not attractive enough to be a product on a cooking show, i must say.

treacle smells more like molasses at this point than am accustomed to.  ah well.  pie is still better than no pie, and that's what people will be thankful for.  :-)

personally, i'm thankful for the functional shower on my hallway.  OH MY GOODNESS.  i can feel my skin getting better already, which if you stop to think about it is really worrying; i suppose when it was working before it was working in the way that, yes, technically, i had been in the shower, and was cleaner than if i hadn't -- but that's sort of no way to live, you know?  not at these prices.

tomorrow (or, today): thanksgiving!  then friday (or, tomorrow): founders' feast!  i will put on my fabulous purple dress and be all sorts of student-presidential.  saturday: all-day chorus rehearsal!  ("all day" = 9:30-1:30.  whatever.)  sunday:  first carol service, and the last sunday in term!

OH MY GOD where does the time go?!!?

it's not unlike a game of red-light, green-light.

but with me, in my college carol choir, it's a game of chest-voice, head-voice.  nine-tenths of the alto stuff is kind of at and around the F above middle C, which is precisely where my voice breaks.  i can force my head voice down to the B-flat below middle C, but you can't really hear it below about the D; and i can belt almost up to the top of the treble clef (to the E-flat) in chest voice, frankly, though it's not good for me to do so above the G in the staff.  but the middle C kind of area is just a Range of Little Oomph for my poor little head voice, and nobody (well, hardly anybody) wants to hear the altos singing in chest and sounding like they're trying to drown out the tenors.  (though it'd be fun to have sort of an Inner Parts Death Match.  [g]  only in this choir the tenors would win, because, well, for a start they're all really tenors.)  i'm the first alto soloist in "in dulci jubilo", in which the solo part goes from middle C to the B-flat in the staff.  i shall have to do some stretching exercises.  (also, the first tenor soloist and i are going to mop the floor with the rest of them -- and i mean the rest of the firsts and all of the seconds.  i suppose the first bass is fine, though i can hardly hear him, but the first soprano is flat and all the seconds are weak and flat.  bless.)

in contrast, over at the chapel choir, i'm up in the organ loft singing the first verse of "once in royal david's city" (and trying to ditch the vibrato, to the greatest extent possible, in an effort to sound as much as i can like a small boy).  the other day the director ran me up some scales for warmups, got up above the staff, and said "it's a shame the song doesn't go up this high, isn't it?"  might be the nicest thing anyone's ever said offhand about my voice.  (people have said nice things deliberately, but that's not the same, is it?)  i suggested transposing the thing up, but she negged it on the grounds that the congregation would hurt themselves in the singalong bits.  :-)