My chorus carpool buddy was amused that I took a college course called Baby Zoe. It was 300 women and two guys in a lecture hall, learning about the human reproduction system, pregnancy, and birth, one of the best college classes I ever took. And I took meteorology, horticulture, ice skating, and Swimming 101! Most… Continue reading X Marks the Spot, A Genetics Story
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The Four-Frosty Month of May
(re-run) Wendy’s has 50 cent small Frosties for the month of May. Normally that wouldn’t be blog-worthy, but my sis has been out of her board and care home for four outings this month. That’s the most she’s ever broken out of there. We went to the podiatrist. Afterward, we celebrated with a chocolate Frosty.… Continue reading The Four-Frosty Month of May
Live Music in a Virtual World
(re-run from the pandemic) Last weekend I watched five livestream music events on my laptop. I was out of town but didn’t feel too lonely until the last livestream guy looked right into the camera and sang Blackbird (Beatles) to me. I had requested it in the chat feed. “This one is for you, Susan.”… Continue reading Live Music in a Virtual World
Between Chorus Concerts
One chorus concert is in the bag, in the record books, wrapped up. The second one is in less than four hours. I’m hoping it will go as well as yesterday’s, which was not perfect on my part. In my defense, I woke up with a splitting eye headache, a runny nose, and lots of… Continue reading Between Chorus Concerts
Chorus Concerts a Super-spreader Weekend
(re-run from 2021) I’m in a chorus with 94 people. Last spring we performed Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday afternoon. We all had to show a negative antigen test from Friday morning. We thought we were golden. We took off our masks. I’ve been wearing a mask to every rehearsal for four months. But… Continue reading Chorus Concerts a Super-spreader Weekend
The Crappy Crap Happy Post
(re-run) Life is a balance. Not everything can go your way all the time. Sometimes it seems as though everything is going against you. The last seven days have been full of ups and downs. As long as there is one happy for every one or two crappies, I can muddle through. It’s nice to… Continue reading The Crappy Crap Happy Post
So Many Songs
The chorus is doing American music through the Ages, from the Revolution to Hamilton. There are medleys and mash-ups and lots of words to memorize. The notes are easy, the words, not so much. We ae singing Stephen Foster tribute: Beautiful Dreamer, Swanee River, Some Folks, Camptown Races, Oh, Susanna, Plink a plink. We are… Continue reading So Many Songs
Reflections on a Retired Thursday
(RE-RUN) You’d think retired people have seven days a week to reflect on their past lives. Not so, Smokey Joe. There was chorus, plus a COVID booster shot on Tuesday which produced a huge headache. “Take Tylenol,” my adult child who lives down the hall said. “No, you’re supposed to let the vaccine do its… Continue reading Reflections on a Retired Thursday
The Sequin That Bugged Me
It was on my shoulder, and it was bugging me, one shiny sequin that I’d failed to see when I’d cut them off my second-hand sweater. It was a blue and green floral, found in a thrift store, hardly worn, but the sequins dated it to the 80s. So I’d cut them off, except for… Continue reading The Sequin That Bugged Me
The Week of Love
My chorus is singing a love-themed concert this spring. The songs individually are all good except for the flowery Love is a Many Splendored Thing. It reminds me of 1970’s soap operas. The songs are running together in my brain. Sure, they are different vintages, but none of them is current, and many of the… Continue reading The Week of Love
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 