March 14, 2025

Rehearsal last night was turbulent (or is it me being impatient?) with a bunch of new singers finding their place in the order and our director showing them how much fun we have at rehearsal. It IS fun, but it is also wasteful. Gay men chatter more than women.

Shreds of bright colored plastic flutter from the branches of trees, blown there by the hurricane, and too high to reach. A lovely tatter of blue floats in sight of my front porch. 

Dug bamboo. Planted spearmint in the ground and succulents in pots on the porch. Relied on rain for watering, but there was no rain.