By the numbers:
13,374 steps Thursday.
2 meetings with songwriters.
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.
I am on holiday, and have nothing to post today.
My 2.5-week summer holiday has commenced, as of the close of the work-day yesterday.
Unlike other summers where I’ve taken a full four weeks away from the office, I’m departing for a shorter term this year, since I am music-directing two different shows and only have 1.5 weeks off between the end of The Sweet Smell of Success and the start of rehearsals for Out on Broadway: The Third Coming.
But summer holiday is filled, as usual. I’m off to NYC next week, for a short visit and some research. Then I have a dash over to Lee’s Summit and on to Des Moines to see Billy Budd at Des Moines Opera.
The next few weeks, until August 10 or so, are still three-days-in-office, and some long weekends. I still have reading to do, and music to compose, and local tourism to do!
But I wish I were abroad this summer . . . .
Most any trip to Chicago includes some time at the Art Institute of Chicago, called by some the greatest museum in the world. I never tire of the Impressionists, of the miniature rooms, of the great masters, of the architecture collection, of the paperweight collection.
This trip included the America After the Fall exhibition, the collection of modernist chairs, and some Napoleon stuff. And my old friends Messrs. Seurat and Monet.
From the 1930’s American exhibition, viewed during a private members-only morning:
Truth be told, I only had off eight working days over the past two fortnights. Such is the life of an administrator.
And over the holiday break between semesters, I’ve dealt with a dozen and a half church services, a few days away with family, a leak in the bathroom, a dead dishwasher, cabinets falling off the kitchen wall, and prep for the foundation repair that starts tomorrow.
Three Webster kids descended at 5.25 p.m. tonight to help. Twenty minutes later, they had moved everything in the basement that needed moving. I fed them homemade lasagna and panna cotta in thanks.
I also coached five students today on audition music for tomorrow’s theatre auditions at Webster.
Tonight? Downton Abbey, and putting my latest choral music in Finale.
Pics from the week:
And just like that, with snow blowing in a howling wind, I am on vacation.
Leaving the office at 1.15 today, I said goodbye to Jean, looked once more at my boxed-up office awaiting a move in two weeks, checked in with the Boss, and drove home.
A grilled cheese sandwich and some chips comprised my lunch – a perfect wintry day meal.
Hallelujah for vacations!