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The week

Well, I’ve had a full week of ‘vacation.’

And yes, I’ve rested from my usual labours. ┬áBut the daily tasks, and the catch-up tasks, continue.

To whit:

  • dog washed and trimmed
  • garden in good shape, with elephant ears split and more annuals in various pots
  • yummy Asian chicken salad made and devoured
  • at-home office desk purged of piles
  • monologues memorized and rehearsed for an audition
  • travel home from NYC
  • dry cleaning delivered, collected, and stored
  • lessons taught and coachings given
  • music composed, and new-to-me songs read and digested
  • cooking shows watched and enjoyed (and let the weekly menu planning commence)
  • photos taken and new sites scouted
  • Independence Day duly celebrated with a movie and then some grilled meat
  • laundry accomplished; bedsheets changed; bathroom scoured
  • fresh Gerber daisies placed in one of two favorite vases, and adorning the living room
  • new cast albums heard and enjoyed (mostly)
  • cake made and most eaten now
  • dog walked more times than I can remember

The list could go on and on, and doesn’t seem like much other than daily life, but living a daily life away from the office for a couple of weeks is a delight!

Pic of Auggie post-grooming:

Thursday in NYC

By the numbers:

13,374 steps Thursday.

2 meetings with songwriters.

1 show.

And 1 most extraordinary dessert.

Amy’s Bread had a butterscotch cashew bar calling my name.  I succumbed.

And speaking of succumbing, Hello, Dolly! was a paroxysm of delight.  Bette Miller is out this week; I saw Donna Murphy in the title role.

While Miss Murphy’s voice may be ever-so-gently frayed, her energy, spunk, spirit, and timing — and her legs — are intact. And I loved her.

This revival had me in tears of joy a couple of times.  Kate Baldwin is glorious as Miss Milloy; Gavin Creel, a most engaging Cornelius.  I could not erase the memory of Josh Borgmeyer (may he rest in peace) as I watched Taylor Trensch as Cornelius, though.  

One of the stunners of this current revival is the chorus — rich, glamorous, able to move as a unity, and full-throated.  “Sunday Clothes” will never be bettered, visually or aurally.

Not blogging

I am not blogging today.

But an update anyhow.

Six voice lessons today.  Six hours of joy and life and loving music.

And then dinner with one of my kids, and a trip to see the Muny Teens work their magic.

And catch up with all sorts of people I know at the Muny.

And a walk home from the Muny.

Life is good.

In about 12 hours, I land in NYC.

A day in the life

Friday, June 2.

A day in the life.  Three different hats, each of them delightful and satisfying.

Morning.  Final audition day at Webster University.  Meet and greet ten students who wish admission to the Department of Music’s various majors. Hear auditions, and meet with various faculty.

Afternoon.  At home for 3.5 hours of voice lessons, and some real success in making modifications in tonal quality and breath management.  I love teaching voice, and am delighted for the six new private-studio students who started lessons recently.

Evening.  At New Line Theatre.  Opening night of The Sweet Smell of Success.  Black clothing but warm hearts as I lead the ensemble in this witty, wicked show.