Beltane

 

May 1, 2025

Beltane. 

Overcast morning, faint metallic sheen in the sky. 

Rehearsal disastrous last night. K brought in a friend of his to “bolster:” the bass section– in sixty + years of choral singing, the ugliest voice I ever encountered– no concept of blending or ensemble, but an unmodulated, piercing, mechanical buzz– like singing beside a dentist’s drill. Left with a literal headache. What goes through peoples’ minds? 

First visit to the Barrelhouse, a nearby bar that people figured would be after my taste, and it is. 

Dream before waking that I had a new boyfriend, with whom I was still getting comfortable. A terrible blizzard was predicted, and my friend wanted me to move the car for some reason. I knew the car was fine where it was, but I suited up and went out into the stormy night to move the car to please him. A lesson in a situation I am unlikely now ever to face.