Diary of a day

Wednesday, 10 November 2022. 8.15. Out the door to drive to school. 8.30. First cup of coffee. Read email. Review class plan. 8.45. Walk to CMS. Set up room. Greet students with smiles and jokes. 9. Start Applied Musicianship for Musical Theatre class. “Name a musical that features a car or truck.” Brief mea culpa

#TBT: Blayne and Kristen

From 1994. The one behind me turned 33 this week, and is a father and husband and family guy. Calls Bolivar home. The one sitting in front of me is about to give birth to her second child, and is a mother and wife and family gal. Calls Moberly home now. I love them both,

In the kitchen

Recent forays in the kitchen . . .

Green

I have not had plants in my office at school for some time. This year though, a fern that was on my patio table is going to stay alive in my office all winter. I claim that truth. And I have recently added two tiny succulents. [sentences edited at 9.27 a.m. after finding three typos

Declan

I went to see my students Declan and Thomas in a dance recital at COCA on Friday evening. The habit for years is to snap a selfie. Sadly, I missed getting one with Thomas.

Nelson & Needy Paws

At last, more than seven weeks after mailing individual letters to each member of the board of directors, a board member from Needy Paws Rescue called me on Friday. The Nelson matter is now closed. And I have more hope than previously that no one else will have to go through something like this. I’m

Realities

New realities . . . . Talking with Dean this week, on the parking lot, we were at opposite ends of our vehicles. No masks, but plenty of distance, even outdoors. The agreement was unspoken, but real. Stay far away. Throwing masks in the dirty clothes basket. It’s just a habit now. And instead of

Karen

Happy birthday today to the middle child, my sister Karen, born on this day in 19__!! Karen and her partner Debbie:

Perspective

Life is truly all about perspective. Last week I was fussing because I couldn’t find my score to Hello, Dolly!. “Who did I loan it to?,” I wondered aloud, with a few blue words thrown in for emphasis. Standing in front of one of my bookshelves, the score was not where it was supposed to

#TBT: Anniversaries

From several years ago, this post: In this photo, a strange and unknown girl is at left. Then there’s me at four years old, most likely, then my sister Karen. My maternal grandparents are the tall ones (Poppie died 54 years ago yesterday), and then my cousin Keith, the eldest grandchild on this side of