Outtake

I’ve had a load of recordings to make for students over the past few weeks. Here’s a rather humorous outtake from one of them. Enjoy! I’m a mess!

Boosted

I received this week my fourth COVID shot. And unlike the previous three, this one did not cause me aches and pains nor any drama. The week has been filled with take-care-of-little-things activities, like seeing the doctor, detailing Mariele the Volvo, picking away at laundry, getting my shots, going by the manicure spa to get

Howells

I missed a posting this week marking Herbert Howells’ birthday. The great composer was born in 1892, 130 years ago this past Monday. Howells’ music continues to haunt my days and nights. I don’t mind this haunting at all! I’ve written much about Howells, both in my dissertation and some published journal articles, and on

Odds and ends

Maisie was delighted on Sunday to know that I was putting fresh sheets on the bed, specifically for her. With the change in seasons so utterly clear now, I took up this weekend the spindly, straggly green things in the garden and on the front porch, and instead have decorated in an autumn motif: More

Autumn

Part of my weekend was spent in the garden, taking up dead and dying plants, preparing for the change of seasons that is suddenly so apparent. And we are to have frost tonight. This is my favoritest time of year. Nostalgia permeates my thoughts. As I write on this Sunday evening, the slanting light entering

Fall Break

This week is Fall Break at Webster University. I of course have ended up with a conference this coming weekend, and with much detail work to complete in preparation for that conference. But I’ll also find some time to play with Maisie, to clean the house and do some laundry, to cook, to work on

In the kitchen

Recent kitchen adventures: A big garden salad for dinner this week, after a cheat day at luncheon: Canned Jonathan apples — a total of three quarts, with more to come this week:

Catalog

I ordered my transcript this week, officially showing my summer graduate course work at Shenandoah University. My faculty listing now reads: Carter, Jeffrey R., BA, Southwest Baptist University, 1983; MA, University of Central Missouri, 1996; DMA, University Kansas, 2000; add’l graduate study, Shenandoah University. And there it is!

a book?

Well here is the first. Apparently I wrote and published a book without knowing about it. Perhaps I’ve been getting royalty checks without knowing about it too? An author, said Jeff, an author, but not quite as good as Chaucer. An email he got not quite on the spot,So DELETE. It went in the tosser.  Doggerel. But I

American Idiot

I attended on Sunday the Sargent Conservatory of Theatre Arts performance of American Idiot. The students —five of them from my Webster voice studio — gave it their all. The band included four alumni of the Department of Music. I missed Matisse after the show, but here are photos with my others who were in