December 18, 2009

Warmish, heavy snow falling on the world. The neighborhood crows fly through it as though deliberately creating Zen paintings.

Last night’s Cantaria concert was a crowd pleaser (and the crowd was about all All Souls could hold) whatever was going on musically. I think my Christmas poem was received well. Barry, who’s been engaged in reading TS Eliot, as part of his program to read something from all the Nobel Prize winners, said, “At least I understood that.” We went to the Usual afterwards, where Kathy provided her now customary lavish free repast, from which we rose groaning and reeling.