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Toward the Bright Horizon

April 12, 2011

There is sun! In the sky! And let me tell you, it is a very wonderful thing. I am getting quite used to being able to leave my jacket behind by afternoon. Tomorrow I will be sobbing in my coffee because it is supposed to be colder and rainy for the rest of the week, including the weekend.

I’ve been bouncing between tax forms and practicing with a brief outing to teach one lesson this afternoon. I’m auditioning for an all-female singing group tonight at the request of my friend and yoga teacher. I have a lot of experience singing in small groups, but none with groups like this. I’ve been informed that tonight’s rehearsal will include a bunch of Abba, Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, and Tuxedo Junction with me scatting the solo in a Manhattan Transfer arrangement. Which is hard, dammit. And would you believe that I’m having trouble with the words? I’m not sure how I’ll do or if I have the time or inclination to do this group regularly, but I’m looking forward to a night of singing somewhere besides alone in my car. The construction workers at the stop light on the way to work are starting to look at me funny. Maybe because when I was belting out a song with Three Dog Night, I forgot to roll up my window. I’m not used to open windows yet. Oops.

The boys — AJ, The Boy Across the Street, Ben Franklin Boy and the Boy Next Door (who will be in high school next year and now speaks in a baritone which is surprisingly shrill) — are out running around. They are like monkeys climbing up our house and pelting us with balls. I feel like we are under siege. Behind the house, the girls — The Girl Next Door, the Girl Across the Street, and a couple of their friends — are sitting on the long that fell over the stream and alternately using it like a balance beam and sitting on it to talk. They are like different species at this age.

As for me, I’m in the kitchen roasting a chicken with the windows open and a great Pandora station built around the Low Anthem keeping me company. I am finding the station entertaining because about 70% of it is things I already own and it has yet to play an artist I’ve never heard of. Apparently the Low Anthem is the nexus of my musical taste.

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  1. April 13, 2011 7:22 am

    They are so definitely different species around 7th-8th grade. I called Walker’s phone the other day and got his message, which is still in his high, little-boy soprano. It was kind of startling.

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