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aaand back to work.
Jan. 5th, 2009 08:42 amThree-day work week, at least, and then Green Bay fun time. (So three days of combined work/increasingly frantic GB prep.)
Right. Back at it! (Oh my god, 2009.)
Right. Back at it! (Oh my god, 2009.)
Jan. 5th, 2009
some success, and a headache
Jan. 5th, 2009 11:40 pmSo I have Stuff up at the curling club that I'll need to bring with me to Green Bay, and there's no league tomorrow night, and my team has the bye on Wednesday, and I'm leaving Thursday, so I'll have to make a special trip. This in a week when because there is no curling, I won't otherwise have to drive. SIGH. Oh, I thought, but I have chorus tonight, so I'll just leave a little early and go up to the club first.
That didn't happen. I went directly to rehearsal instead, and it was a shade more than two hours of Hindemith's When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, which, let me tell you, is damned difficult to sight-read, and I am feeling seventeen kinds of pleased with how quickly I'm picking it up. If you're guessing it was Hindemith who gave me a headache, you win a full-tone scale. (Very nice, though, to see the director get so excited about the piece. I've never seen him get this particular kind of chuffed before, though granted I've only been singing for him for three years -- and then he choked up and almost cried when he read a bit Robert Shaw had written on Hindemith's lonely broken heart. It was sad and lovely. I think there's going to be a fair amount of attrition on this one, as people are terrified of the music, but that might be okay if what's left is people who can take it.)
But I did go up to the club and get my Stuff "on the way" home, so that's done and I don't have to worry about it anymore. Also deposited a check, and I would have put money on my laundry card, if I hadn't got to the money-putter-onner only to discover that my laundry card was still in the back pocket of the jeans I was wearing last time I did laundry. Anh, whatever, it was the least important of my errands, and I'll add money tomorrow and do laundry tomorrow evening. I still don't have to drive, which is the main thing.
That didn't happen. I went directly to rehearsal instead, and it was a shade more than two hours of Hindemith's When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, which, let me tell you, is damned difficult to sight-read, and I am feeling seventeen kinds of pleased with how quickly I'm picking it up. If you're guessing it was Hindemith who gave me a headache, you win a full-tone scale. (Very nice, though, to see the director get so excited about the piece. I've never seen him get this particular kind of chuffed before, though granted I've only been singing for him for three years -- and then he choked up and almost cried when he read a bit Robert Shaw had written on Hindemith's lonely broken heart. It was sad and lovely. I think there's going to be a fair amount of attrition on this one, as people are terrified of the music, but that might be okay if what's left is people who can take it.)
But I did go up to the club and get my Stuff "on the way" home, so that's done and I don't have to worry about it anymore. Also deposited a check, and I would have put money on my laundry card, if I hadn't got to the money-putter-onner only to discover that my laundry card was still in the back pocket of the jeans I was wearing last time I did laundry. Anh, whatever, it was the least important of my errands, and I'll add money tomorrow and do laundry tomorrow evening. I still don't have to drive, which is the main thing.
