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MountainGoat of Sleet
Jan. 26th, 2020 08:52 pmI was too tired to post yesterday, and I'm pretty much too tired now. Yesterday, I had a good 30-40 minutes of violin practice, just playing through favorites from my collection of old music from church. It was the night I was invited to have dinner at the home of the Michigan Poet and her husband, Dr. Poet, a retired surgeon. She seems determined to befriend me, and this makes me uncomfortable, because I feel she is sure to find out all about me all too soon, and be disappointed in me. I got the complete gallery tour of their house which is filled with fascinating original art and various prints, and she narrated their provenance and interesting stories about them to me at top speed for an hour and a half! One of her treasures is a pair of broadsides framed together: a poem by Czeslaw Milosz, signed by himself, and beneath it, a poem by Seamus Heaney on the occasion of the funeral of his great friend Milosz, signed by HIMself. It was an enjoyable and mind-expanding evening, and I look forward to seeing them again when they return from the traveling they'll be doing next month.
However, I stayed up late and was tired today. I wanted to go back to bed, but instead went to church and rehearsed some music with the Maximum Leader, who had brought her amazing contrabass flute, the Oboeist, Mr. Bassman, and the Second Flute. The music all went swimmingly and was fun even though I was sight-reading about half of it. The Oboeist harshed my mellow a little by remarking drily that of course it went well because it was only middle-school level music. Well, I don't care. At least I didn't disgrace myself by playing WORSE than a middle schooler! The Minister greeted me with a tearful hug and said once again how grateful she was that I came along on the ride to rescue her from Peru, Indiana. I feel I'm getting too much credit for something that was not a big deal, but I'm glad I could help to the extent that I did.
Friday night, I dreamed I had been introduced to Prince Harry by some woman who used to date him. He was feeling insecure about public speaking. He felt that he spoke too slowly and was not fluent enough. I tried to encourage him, though I felt it was very odd for the likes of me to be giving a pep talk to a prince. I said to him, "I can't believe I have to tell you these things! You're fairly good-looking in your gingerish way, and you certainly have a very good tailor. Most of those people are happy for you to speak slowly so they can stare at you for longer! Just say to yourself, 'I am a prince! I am the cynosure of all eyes!'" When I woke up, I was impressed with myself for being able to say things like "cynosure of all eyes" in my sleep.
However, I stayed up late and was tired today. I wanted to go back to bed, but instead went to church and rehearsed some music with the Maximum Leader, who had brought her amazing contrabass flute, the Oboeist, Mr. Bassman, and the Second Flute. The music all went swimmingly and was fun even though I was sight-reading about half of it. The Oboeist harshed my mellow a little by remarking drily that of course it went well because it was only middle-school level music. Well, I don't care. At least I didn't disgrace myself by playing WORSE than a middle schooler! The Minister greeted me with a tearful hug and said once again how grateful she was that I came along on the ride to rescue her from Peru, Indiana. I feel I'm getting too much credit for something that was not a big deal, but I'm glad I could help to the extent that I did.
Friday night, I dreamed I had been introduced to Prince Harry by some woman who used to date him. He was feeling insecure about public speaking. He felt that he spoke too slowly and was not fluent enough. I tried to encourage him, though I felt it was very odd for the likes of me to be giving a pep talk to a prince. I said to him, "I can't believe I have to tell you these things! You're fairly good-looking in your gingerish way, and you certainly have a very good tailor. Most of those people are happy for you to speak slowly so they can stare at you for longer! Just say to yourself, 'I am a prince! I am the cynosure of all eyes!'" When I woke up, I was impressed with myself for being able to say things like "cynosure of all eyes" in my sleep.
