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And thus . . .

And thus begins a few weeks of reduced pace.  I return to full-time work at the office on August 1.

Meanwhile, there are miles to go — to Lincoln, to NYC, to Washington, D.C., to my hometown, to Meramec Caverns, to Ste. Genevieve.

And there is food to prepare and share, and shows to see — in NYC, at the Muny, at Ozark Actors Theatre, at the circus.

And gardens to tend.  And books to read.  And hours to sleep.

And a senior recital to present.  And always voice lessons to teach.

May summer commence!!  (To be exact, at 10.54 a.m. CDT today!!!)

The summer commences

From St. Andrew’s, Tangier church yard, February 2019.


Since I was abroad for Memorial Day, I’m thinking of June 1 as the unofficial start of summer.

I began a day early on Friday with some work at the office, and then errands: a new water filter for the fridge; loads of yard work; a stop at the frame shop with a bit of art from Morocco.

Saturday will be a full day of errands and such.  I need groceries!

The summer plans include six specific goals to complete:

  • drop 15 pounds
  • read the Koran and commentary
  • write that piece I’ve been pondering after my first Tangier visit
  • re-establish and stick with the daily prayer life of Morning Prayer and Evening Prayer and the cycle of the church year
  • see at least one movie each week
  • purge, especially the basement.

Thursday was the Feast of the Ascension, and Friday was the Feast of the Visititation. So far, so good on the church year.  Thanks to The Portuguese Revenge, my weight is down a few pounds as well.  Sweating in the yard on Friday helps that too!

Random musings

I have a very mild corneal abrasion.  I’ll be all right, but I look like a twitchy monster.

Public Safety reminder: wear protective glasses when weed-whacking the garden.


Since I’m writing this on Saturday evening, I am indeed wondering if a 2.5-hour nap this afternoon will keep me awake tonight.

100° days wear me out.  So does a corneal abrasion.

At the antique mall this week: two new (old) pairs of cufflinks.

At Metro Imaging on Friday: words I never wish to hear.  Arthritis.  While I don’t know the severity, the treatment, or the prognosis, I can say without hesitation that my left arm is hurting, and that over the last week this hurt has escalated significantly. We’ll see what Dr. Feldman says on Monday.

Since the bus connections are only twice-daily from Venice to Mezzano, I have decided to rent a car and drive whilst in Italy next month.  Hertz has great prices, and I’m a Gold Member.  I must hie myself to AAA on Monday to procure and International Driving Permit.

And we’ll see what stories I will have about driving a manual-transmission Fiat from Venice into the Dolomites.

10 p.m. and heat warning is in effect.  The temperature is 84° well after sundown.

U-Verse service really stinks. When I return from holiday, I’m dumping it.  Apple TV will be my new approach, I think.

My niece Kristen is 27 years old today. This photo shows her more than 20 years ago, with our beloved Aunt Esther:

Aunt Esther with her great-great-niece Kristen. Both have the middle name Marie.

I’m grateful to my friend Robert for reminding me of this gem from Dame Julian of Norwich (c. 1342-1416):

As truly as God is our Father, so just as truly is he our Mother.
In our Father, God Almighty, we have our being;
In our merciful Mother we are remade and restored.
Our fragmented lives are knit together.
And by giving and yielding ourselves, through grace,
To the Holy Spirit we are made whole.
It is I, the strength and goodness of Fatherhood.
It is I, the wisdom of Motherhood.
It is I, the light and grace of holy love.
It is I, the Trinity.
I am the sovereign goodness in all things.
It is I who teach you to love.
It is I who teach you to desire.
It is I who am the reward of all true desiring.
All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well. Amen.

I visited her cell whilst in Norwich for a week in 2015:

Her cell from garden.

The end

The end of another school year is here.

After Commencement Saturday, I spent the afternoon cleaning, mowing, scrubbing the dirt and pollen from the front porch, and generally being spring-clean productive.  Tasks deferred for weeks were on the day’s agenda, and continue to be for a few more days.

Busy semesters come screeching to a sudden halt.  We finish classes, start juries and finals, and then suddenly I’m putting on full regalia for a commencement ceremony.  Hugs, a few tears, scores of smiles, kind words . . . And then silence.

The cycle is ever the same, and ever new.

Meanwhile, in my own little neighborhood, the folks in the house immediately north of me are moving out, and the landlord is moving in. And the house to the south of me sold last week, with the new young couple moving in directly (he’s in the M.D./Ph.D. program at Washington University, so they’ll be here for a while).

Things change at home too.

I’ve finished my ninth year at Webster University.  We’ve added eight new members to the full-time faculty in that time.  This year we programmed and hosted 178 events in total.  We’ve mourned one death and celebrated five retirements over the last nine years.  And we’ve educated hundreds of music majors, and introduced two new degree programs to the mix.

And now summer begins.  I have stacks of books to read.  A bit less travel to do than in some other summers.  Sunny mornings and long evenings to enjoy.  Two shows to in (June and August).  Three days a week at the office, at most.  At least 20 cultural events on my agenda this summer here in the area.

And a cute dog to love on.