June 27, 2026

Tweety bird-loud grayish morning. Sang last night at Canton Presbyterian for Haywood County’s first Pride Weekend. GPS was unable to locate the building accurately, so I had to park at some distance and walk toward a steeple I hoped was the right one. That made me sweaty and grumpy, but the event itself was fulfilling. The little church was full, the congregation exuberant. Walking back, I noted that the streets of Canton are absolutely empty– reminded me of Asheville when I moved here in the early 80's. Canton is trying to come back from losing its one industry– who knows? I made hints about backing out of the show, but B declared that I was needed. Saw that I was. Could hear no other bass but myself. Luckily, it was a good voice day. 

Bach from the new study Alexa, whom I’ve given a rather startling masculine voice. Planted ferns from the end-of-season sale at Plant Delights. 

Re-organized the studio. Painted. 

Left leg inclined to collapse under me, for no reason I can think of.