March 17, 2022
Blessed Saint Patrick.
Though it’s brilliant now, the beginning of the day was dark and atmospheric, and I chose that time to plant new roses and tear diligently at the tangle of ivy in the front garden. Labor was brought to an end by yesterday’s extending gout, which could no longer be ignored or worked around. Back at the garden tomorrow, big toe willing.
AGMC rehearsal, successful auditions, several new members. One is a new bass as strong as I (and more accurate) which, ultimately, does nothing for the issue of balance. But we’re singing Weelkes and Morely and I am, for once, content with that. Comforted myself concerning the new bass’s strength by noting he has nothing below an A.
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