19. December 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

… and I DO apologize!

I know that some of my readers count on my counting! So here you go:

8 down … 7 to go

(And if you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about you must be sort of new here. But just go back in time and perhaps you’ll catch on.)

No shows yesterday. No shows today. It’s a nice little break. Students, yes, but no shows.

Today is still not a fully free day, what with a haircut, students and all. A very necessary haircut, I might add! On Saturday, toward the end of one of my (many) English horn solos, my hair started migrating toward my mouth. I kept thinking, “Oh no! Here it comes. Into my mouth. No … NO!” But the answer was, alas, “YES”. And so into my mouth the hair went. (Why I didn’t think to breath through my nose I haven’t a clue. In any case, you know what you get when you breathe in a mouthful of hair and then try to blow through a reed? A whole lotta nothing. (This is why I tell anyone with long hair to “Tie it BACK!” if they have a performance. I just didn’t realize my hair had grown to that length.) The next day a headband was donned. A very necessary headband.

REEDS. Grumble. Sigh. Moan. Both oboe and English horn reeds are crying out, “No more!” So I should be working on reeds. Soon. I promise. Soon … I won’t shy away … Dear old [reeds] …

Oh wait. Different subject. That’s not really about reeds, is it?

(Any Sondheim fans out there?)

And finally …
Thank You. Some of you have expressed concern and compassion regarding my father. I do thank each of you. I won’t be blogging much about my dad here … it’s difficult to write about, as you might imagine. But, so that you know, dad is home with my mother, who is caring for him ever so sweetly, and hospice is now involved. I still see glimpses of my dear dad on occasion, but so much of the time he sleeps now. I am praying that he is sleeping in peace. I find great comfort in my faith, and solace in music. Life is hard, God is good. This I believe.
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