Over the last few weeks, in addition to the new windows on the west porch, I have undertaken various ‘rearrangements’ at home.
The downstairs CD cabinet still does not have a home, so the dining room is still piled with discs, but the living room is almost set now.
I have moved the television from the east corner to the west corner. I still need to rewire some things, but that will happen soon enough. My favorite chair is in the northwest corner, and I see the television, the fireplace, and the front windows. The sofa now is planted centrally by the front windows, with morning sun pouring over my shoulder as I read and cuddle with the dog.
I’ll put up some of my photos, printed on canvas, in the southeast corner tomorrow. And I’ll figure out where all those musical theatre and Broadway DVDs need to live. Also Sunday, I intend to take apart the utility shelves on the west porch, and clean up that view, since I’m now eating breakfast at a bistro table on the porch.
All in all, this freshens the house for another season or two!
A long message from a friend this week, on a particularly grueling day:
It’s an interesting take that we’re both men in our fifties leading exciting and wonderful lives; our parents trained us for these lives. My God, look at how many lives we each touch, daily, and how many through the years. I wonder what our parents’ dreams were for each of us. I don’t think there’s any question that we probably went beyond their hopes, and we can rest in the fact we’ve made them proud.
They did a damn good job. Our lives are significantly “more” because of the life-riches they secured.
Why were each of us that child who elected to do more? Who reached out for more?
We have these incredible lives our parents helped establish. And our parents believed in our music which would become the core of these incredible lives.
We’ve been blessed. We will continue to bless others.
I said in 2005 “the 21st century will be the Chinese century, just as the 20th was the American century.”
I meant it. And now, with the USA in global retreat….
Why Xi Jinping’s (Airbrushed) Face Is Plastered All Over China
I write this post with permission of my father.
With my pop, last year.
Richard Carter has been diagnosed with acute leukemia.
Indications are evident that the radiation therapy he received several years past for lymphoma has caused some mutations that have led to his bone marrow producing malformed, ineffective white cells and platelets.
The diagnosis is clear, but the prognosis is less apparent right now. This is a severe illness at any age, but for a diabetic octogenarian, treatment is complex and must be carefully managed. Chemo starts Monday. Transfusions of healthy blood will be part of the routine for the rest of his days. Even then, hopes are only for prolonged length and decent quality of life.
Pop is a man of faith, and to quote St. Paul, “For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.” (Romans 14:8) My sisters and I . . . and my father and stepmother . . . all believe this statement of faith.
Prayers/karma/vibes/energy of the positive kind are most welcome.
These words of John Donne are in my heart tonight.
My young student Spencer Jones is out on tour right now with The King and I.
He had a vacation week, and we took time at a lesson on Saturday to record a few of his current numbers.
Here’s Scott Evan Davis’ “If the world only knew”–
Spencer, of course, could not help mugging for the camera at the end of the song.
This NPR story is so worth hearing!
And here’s a New York Times article about the same event, with sound files imbedded:
Hear 9 New Psalm Settings for Challenging Times