June 20, 2026

Stabs of red and black and golden calla out of the pervading green. Great mullein towering over. Last night’s concert was not “good” in the sense I usually use that word, but it was good fun, and our audience was delighted. My marriage poem was an unexpected hit. I was in the worse voice of recent times, and croaked my way through anything above the bass G. MS had to carry the part. Less pained and exhausted than in times past. Was it something as elementary as new shoes? One more time for that. On the health scene– I limped through Poland and Germany with a tender foot, and have been careful since. Today I realized it was not the End of Things but  a plantar’s wart, and I got the instrument I bought long ago for the task and shaved off the top of the wart. So far, painless for the first time in months. My default setting is the belief that afflictions come without anything being able to be done about them, and then pass, magically, without anything having been done. That’s not wrong, but it’s right only about 60% of the time. 

Obsessive playing of Handel’s “As Steals the Morn.”