Old Age Day by Day January 14, 2011

Last night began the next session of my chorus, and I begrudgingly dragged myself there, because the tenor I was singing with before was not going to sing this time, and I was the lone tenor, and I was sick of the songs, etc, etc. I was majorly grumpy. We warmed up, three new people came in, we sang our first song and I held my part all alone, and the baritone gave me a thumbs up and a wink, and I could remember why I was in this chorus. Then the new woman singer said she'd sing tenor, and now there are two of us, and though I'm five feet tall and round, and she is over six feet and thin as Abe Lincoln, we sounded pretty darned good.

We are talking about doing some flash mob singing out in public in February - maybe the subway, Macy's or a nearby laundrymat. That should be really fun.

I came home cheerful and determined to practice (the last part may not last long, but it's a nice thought).
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Then this morning we discovered someone broke the lock on our garage door, but didn't take anything, maybe because the dogs barked at around eleven pm and I forced my husband to get up and let them out. The lights may have scared off whoever. The cars were locked, and the garage is so filled with junk that it would be impossible to find anything of value. Yes, there is an old Yamaha motorcycle, but the battery is dead and you can't get it out; it's wedged. My bicycle was invisible behind driftwood that my husband's iguana had in his cage, and the rest is papers and pads for the patio furniture and an a broken cedar chest, and a CD cabinet that is outdated and two enormous iguana cages. You get the picture. I think the burglar got so depressed he gave up.

This happened once before, when we were camping in Custer State Park in South Dakota, and 17 campsites had their cars broken into, while everyone was asleep in their tents, but we were spared, because our VW van was so chock a block with debris from three kids that it looked like a dump site. We were the only ones not broken into, because nothing of value was apparent. And they weren't wrong, there was nothing of value, unless action figures, juice boxes, maps and rocks and gum wrappers are what you collect.

So I see a theme here: the messier I am, the safer I am. That's the kind of encouragement I like!