Thoughts on a Snowy Evening

A gentle snow tonight...and some time to catch up on letters, photos, and sleep.




School is going well. I'm not a morning person, and I didn't know how I would manage leaving for school before sunrise. Instead of resenting the early start, I am looking forward to my first period class each day. How lucky! I'm even beginning to regret all the sunrises I missed in my late-morning days.




I have a few photos that belong on this blog about change. They are both from Thanksgiving morning. I went for a walk on the beach with my friend Liz. What a perfect visit! Anyway, along the shore we found some petals left over from someone's celebration. That's the first picture. The second one is just a simple waves on the shoreline picture. "Life's vicissitudes".... In and out... Up and down.... Winter and summer.




To continue my free association random thoughts of this posting, I have to comment about accompanying the school choruses. It's such a funny world--when I started out in this district about a decade ago (!), I became close friends with Karen, the music teacher. She is still one of my kindred spirits to this day. For all of the concerts, I enjoyed accompanying her groups, and through our interactions I regained my love for music. Now, I'm back in the district again, and accompanying the choruses again for the winter concerts. Several of the songs are even the same as I played for Karen's choruses. It's equally fun for me, because I love accompanying. I enjoy working with the choral conductor-- he's very talented. It's just a very very different experience. I'm older. The students are older. The conductors are different. Time has changed. And yet, in this instance, music is the same.




That's all for tonight! I hope everyone is well in this busy time of year!

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