January 13, 2023

Snow in thin, wavering veils. Waiting for notice as to whether our concert–in preparation since September– will be canceled tonight. Last night’s rehearsal was big, exhausting, informative. I suppose we got all we can get out of the music as performers, but it would be nice actually to perform the pieces. On the other hand, it would be nice not to have to budge from the house tonight. T had finally to tell the sopranos “Shut up!” He hesitated longer than anyone I know. One of the sopranos turns and makes “You’re flat” signs to the basses and says things like, “Because the basses aren’t sure of their parts, we don’t know exactly when to come in–” Only tyros don’t know that one performer never corrects another. 

How can Lisa Marie Presley be dead? I knew her when she was born.