|The March of the Parols|
|A very appreciative audience at Mount St. Vincent|
Then home to collapse. I was eating my dinner and thinking, “This would be the perfect time for a bike ride. The weather is fine, and I feel like a bit of exercise. What was I dreading about this day? It hasn’t been too busy at all. Now I can settle down and have a nice relaxing read. But wait! Aren’t I scheduled to usher at a concert this evening? Oh dear! The weather is freezing and I so don’t want to go out again. I’m too tired to ride anywhere.” Ah the complexities of our lives, with the weather suddenly changing from quite perfect to so very imperfect for a bicycle ride, and all in an instant – and with no change whatever in the thermometer or barometer! But it was worth it. The Opus 7 concert was preternaturally beautiful, and intensely moving, especially John Meuhleisen's Requiem in honor of the people murdered at Newtown. This wonderful piece was like a cold blast of horror tempered with hope for the living whose lives must go on. Music really does have the power to heal.
|Martha and Joe|