Trekking

I needed to collect a couple of books from Emerson Library, so I made a visit to campus in the cool-ish late day. Maisie joined me for a trek around the perimeter of the new campus, south of Big Bed. The last remnants of Opera Theatre are gone, and campus is tranquil again, and so

Sunrise

From last week in Florida:

Mom

Today is Marie Carter’s 85th birthday. She left us too early, at age 59.

Monday in STL

My dear friend Ken Rodgers paid a surprise visit this weekend and stayed for an extra day. He and I had some St. Louis time on Sunday evening and Monday. We caught Beauty and the Beast at The Muny. We went to visit with Lou as Philip was at diving practice. We checked out the

Gone

I realized, checking into the oceanfront hotel in Atlantic Beach, that I was checking into my fifth hotel in the last eleven days. That’s a lot of hoteling! Meanwhile, back home, summer has arrived. The heat is high, and the garden is showing a desire for two good waterings a day. Maisie, who when I

Board meeting

The international board of directors of the National Association of Teachers of Singing held the annual plenary meeting last week near the NATS headquarters in Jacksonville, Fla. After the 2.5-day meeting ended (and it was grueling work with a couple of fine meals thrown in), I got some beach time, about which I have blogged

Metronome watch

Thanks to Frank Albinder for posting this video on his Facebook page. Me want. (But self-discipline is going to win the day.)

Atlantic

From Friday, post board meeting, a walk on the beach at Atlantic Beach, Florida. And later, at dusk, after the rain, another walk:

Teddy bear

My friends Karyn and Cindy are prepping for a downsize move, and are going through keepsakes and knickknacks and treasures and years of accumulation. Their joy/plight has caused me to stop and ponder, if only briefly. I have lived in this home for nearly 15 years, longer than I’ve lived anywhere else in my life.

morning

“too many mornings . . . .” So begins a Sondheim song whose meaning and import has nothing to do with how I just used that phrase. But I’ll bastardize the words, and simply say that too many mornings recently I’ve been wide awake, in a hotel room, at at unwelcome hour. Today it was