Enigma

 January 22, 2025

Blizzard in New Orleans. Snow on the beaches of Florida.  Flurries in Key West. The kids, anyway, are ecstatic. Trying to sled down the banks of levees. Bitter cold here. I went to get the mail and froze my chest.

Pot-luck before ASC rehearsal– convivial, full of variety. I made brazed cabbage, which I liked so much I devoured the left-overs through the following day. Rehearsal bore out my theory about choral directors: K insisted that we separate the K from the rest of Kyrie (which is wrong), then had to stop to correct someone for not leaving a gap Every Single Time the word occurred, then had to begin correcting us when the duration of the gap was too much. I stopped counting at the twelfth stop to deal with the single word “Kyrie.” If you have to repeat and repeat your instructions, you are wrong. 

Deeply affected by a video of a shark (a great white) coming to shore to solicit the aid of bathers, he having gotten himself wrapped up in fishing line. They cut him loose. This is what we were made for. 

Elgar from Alexa downstairs.