I really like flying Air Canada!
And as I write whilst on a layover in Toronto, I’m grateful for:
- books that move me to weep
- blue skies
- the fancy United Club card for which I pay annually, but which allows me access to Star Alliance clubs around the world
- Morning Prayer
- friends who schlep me to the airport at 7.30 a.m.
- Auggie, with whom I had a tearful farewell (on my part, at least) on Tuesday
- Bose noise-canceling headphones.
I am so delighted to announce that I am the next director of the Variety Children’s Choir, one of the many performing arts activities of the Variety, the Children’s Charity of Saint Louis.
Variety serves a number of children and teenagers in many ways. One of the ongoing projects is the school-year chorus, with several performances each year. The group is composed of students with physical and developmental disabilities in addition to other student volunteers.
I’ll be adding Thursday evening rehearsals to my portfolio of activities starting in August! And I couldn’t be more pleased!!
Amongst the items I inherited from Aunt Esther is this antique china cabinet. This stood in the alcove in her dining room on Clinton Street in Columbia.
Filled with memorabilia from her life, it stayed with her at Foxwood Springs in Raymore, Missouri until her dying day. And then a month later it found a home in my own dining room.
This china cabinet now holds priceless memories: my mother’s collection of Fireking Jadeite china, Grandma Carter’s formal china, Grandma Blocher’s stemware, a few pieces of Great-Grandmother Blocher’s china, some of my mother’s crystal serving dishes, serving bowls from various relatives, and so on. Plus a lovely bone china set I purchased at an antique store in Indiana 15 years ago.
And sitting beside the china cabinet is my Grandma Carter’s violin.
Spring Break is a time to plan doctor visits.
I saw my ophthalmologist two weeks ago. No worries there.
Monday was ortho day, with a visit to the hand specialist. We will wait for one more cortisone injection, and then consider surgery for this pesky trigger-finger issue.
And Tuesday was dermatologist day. My scalp is cratered like a lunar landscape right now, but seven (7) pre-K spots are gone. And we found no other worries, unlike last year when I had more than a dozen spots frozen. Thanks be to god for a) annual check-ups, and b) the insurance that makes them, and my health as I age, possible.
As seen on Facebook just now!
This beautiful story was a delight yesterday on NPR: