Monday, 16 December.
School was canceled today, and the snow started in earnest just before 9 a.m.
I had stayed up late watching THE RAIN on Netflix, so I slept later than usual this morning.
Before even starting the coffee, I needed to finish payroll approvals for school. That part of the clock never stops, even on a holiday or a snow day. Then, with the Christmas tree lights warming the room, I put on the turntable an old Mantovani Christmas carol album, and started on breakfast.
We had planned a full day of juries at school today, so the emails were flying furiously this morning as four different area heads and two room schedulers tried to coordinate what to do. The team pulled together beautifully, and we are in good shape, knowing we will witness all the necessary performance juries this week.
11.40 a.m. now. A Honeycrisp & ginger apple pie is in oven, one I made from scratch in the last hour. Robert Goulet’s really over-the-top Christmas album helped keep me in the mood.
Two loads of whites are in the basement. It’s laundry day too.
The snow is storming down, and all is blanketed and soft outdoors. D has just texted that he may stop by later. If he does, he will find homemade apple pie and homemade potato soup, and a grilled cheese.
George Winston’s “December” album on the turntable now. I love the pop and hiss of these old LPs.
Now I need to read Morning Prayer before noon.
4 p.m. D stopped by, and thus I shared a meal of homemade potato soup, grilled cheese, and apple pie. Now I’m on carbohydrate overload.
The Christmas cards are done. All that’s left is to print the annual Christmas carol (written last week, and this year an Advent carol instead) and stuff the envelopes, then pop them in the post.
I had plans today to finish two Circus Harmony band charts. But now it’s 4 p.m. and I just want a nap.
At least the laundry is done.
Evening now. A very kind neighbor has shoveled the front walk. Elizabeth and James live next door, with their adorable daughter Olivette. I’ll take to them in a few minutes peasant bread fresh from the oven, and some of the apple pie.
Schools are already calling off for tomorrow. If Webster does, I have no Plan C for juries and finals. The weather is tapering, and I’m hopeful.
Mushrooms are stuffed for an 8 p.m. late meal. It’ll be light, believe it or not.
Evening Prayer tonight will be with special intentions, marking seven years since the tragedy in Newtown, Conn., and for Victims of Gun Violence in St. Louis, across Missouri, country, and the world.
All day long: this feeling that a cold is trying to take hold. I’ve not had an honest-to-god cold virus in nearly ten years. And I don’t wish to start now. But the slight sore throat and drippy nose, coupled with the tired eyes and the slightly sore neck, cause me a bit of anxiety.
Evening Prayer was tearful. Mother Kathie at Christ Church Cathedral sent the text of the litany at noonday today, and as I read it, I (and many others today) named aloud the names of the children killed seven years ago today at Sandy Hook, and also the names and ages of 27 Saint Louis children killed by gun violence in 2019. Grief and rage and hope all huddled together in my voice and spirit for a while.
The closing exhortation was beautiful:
The wisdom of God, the Love of God and the grace of God strengthen us to be the hands and heart of the Almighty One in this world, and may God’s love and blessing continue to be with us always for life is short, and we do not have much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel with us. So be quick to love, and make haste to be kind. And may the blessings of God be upon you, and stay with you, and those you love, now and forever.
Then comes the 9 p.m. text, telling us that Webster University is closed until 10 a.m. Tuesday. One more final (seven of them in the Department of Music tomorrow morning at 8) is now rescheduled.
And quite unhelpfully, the message says to consult your instructor on when tomorrow’s exam will actually be given. No guidance for anyone . . . .
My final on-task hour of the day has been devoted to being department chair. I love my job, but really?
And with that, good night!