June 17, 2022

Debacle at the Montford Amphitheater last night, in that they had no record of our reserving the space for dress rehearsal and a rehearsal for As You Like It was scheduled on top of us. We did manage to get in a set-up and an hour’s rehearsal, which revealed the ever-surprising truth that we sound, and are going to sound at our concert, pretty good. We are down to 1/3 of our number, but it must be the right 1/3. We will never have rehearsed the full program, and never have heard the intervals Adam produced for us, including the creaking old guy madrigal I wrote as a parody. 

Mother bear and one of her cubs killed by a car in Fairview. 

I’ve dwelt in this house for seven years, and today is the first day I pulled down the windows that open at the top to augment the breeze from the windows that open at the bottom. My excuse is that I can’t always reach them without climbing on something. But it’s mostly my mania for leaving well enough alone. 

January 6 hearings continue. What will astonish ages to come is the cowardice and pussyfooting. That Donald Trump should have been arrested for treason and sedition on January 7 cannot be seriously disputed. Clearly some people are above the law. Clearly some people can shoot somebody in front of witnesses on Times Square and go scot free.