Bitter cold this morning. Back to the heavy parka, hood up and snapped shut, hat on underneath. Bella trotted so fast, she was eager to get back home and out of the cold. Fergus, of course, is in his element in this weather. He is fully alive, alert, and loving it.
I was nice and warm in bed with several blankets and a couple of cats to keep me toasty. Plus several layers of clothes.
Little Joy the fish isn't moving. I need to keep my eye on her to see if she lives! Fish.
Yesterday was a full day but not an exhausting day. I paced myself. Well, I think, and managed to get done all that needed to get done, except clean the floors. I had thought I'd do them this morning but I might have to wash Fergus with vinegar instead. I didn't get to him yesterday -- tho I did get Bella, her back is icky but improving -- and he was vigorously rolling and roaring this morning before we walked. It is much harder to clean both of them now that their fur is growing in so thick and lushly.
The concert was okay yesterday. A couple of people told us the orchestra drowns us out at times. We rehearse and no one seems to mention it then. It makes me wonder if anyone actually cares --
CT did an awesome job singing 'O Holy Night' in memory of his grandma. It is a hard one to sing and he built in strength and control over his voice as he went on. It was great. He seems exhausted. So much going on for him in the past week. I am seeing a whole new side of him, vulnerable and young. And I almost think BT is basking in being the only one for her son now, being able to tend his grief, and share it. These single women and their only sons -- there is something not quite right about that to me, when the bond isn't properly severed. I honestly would think CT is gay, but if he is, he isn't out and that's the end of that.
I saw several people I did not expect to see at the concert yesterday and that was a joyous surprise. They all told us we sounded so good for a group so small -- which is of course what you should say to any performer once the event is finished. You were marvelous --
because as GU said to me once, once it is finished, it was perfect.
Even when it wasn't. Oftentimes you are the only one who knows where the weak spots were. Just keep singing. Pretend it was supposed to be like that. That happened once when Mel and I sang a duet, solo on the verses, unison on the refrain. And I muffed my verse, but gently put my hand on hers to let her know I knew what I did and then switched to the correct verse for the last 2 lines (out of 4).
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