Divine Office (aka Glorious Mundane)

In a moment, Mom and P2 are picking me up and taking me to Oma’s with them.  I have broccoli egg-lemon soup, cheese buns, vegetable crackers, havarti with dill, strawberries, and a cucumber in readiness.  It seems like a meal to anticipate summer with.  (The birds sing … )

I spent about three hours scrubbing today.  Mostly in the bathroom.

I have a candle burning almost constantly on the table, or on the dresser in my room.

Music in the mornings.  If I put on the Monkees (vinyl!) before I start coffee, it makes everything fun …

Beauty invades, and I try not to think of lost loves.

I go down lists of people to call.  Rehearsal times and new students (in May? that’s a switch).  Subbing at short notice.

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Last night, Miss Good met me for dinner in a seaside city, and then we went to the beach, wrapped in coats and afghans, and sat on a bench and stared out at the sea.  It was gorgeous.  I wanted to paint.  Or to compose.  Or write a poem.  It was a strange tryptych of almost clear weather on two sides, with indistinct raining clouds in the middle.

That should help me write a trio tonight.  I stupidly promised to have a new trio ready for my … trio … by Friday.