catatonic

Winter Solstice scenery

I will stop with the excessive cat photos...although the levels in the food/water dishes go down, I haven't seen Bogart leave this new Christmas blanket since it arrived.  But tis a grand day to stay hunkered down and stock up on sleep.  I'd be quite happy to be an indoor cat in my next life...

 

 

And hooray for the CSA box with it's festive foods.

it's the most won....crazed time of the year

at least for musicians.  And postal workers.  And caterers.  And--oh probably, just about everyone.  But there is still a bit of time to light some candles, to watch a lunar eclipse and to still find pennies on the ground.  I wonder how I find so many.  Are others too sophisticated to stoop down on the city streets?  Germ-phobic?  Oblivious to free money?  Whatever the reason, I am still grateful when I find a penny; literally and figuratively.  Stay tuned for reports from a concert tomorrow night.  A true penny in the pathway of this week!

catching up

My wi-fi has not been working, so I have a back-log of photos...blurry signage for The Rusty Chord's concert this past Friday.

Some of my singers getting into place.

Somehow, I did not get a shot of all the dapper red bow ties.

One of the singers had her grandson come and provide some percussion for some of our pieces.  He had such a good time, he wants to bring his entire drum set for our spring concert.

Cosy Christmas gifts arriving in the mail.

Coins found

and a purring pet who highly approves of this colder weather, so that he may burrow are all blessings of this weekend.

into the dark

I know that I used this poem for a Friday during the winter of Westminster, but it captures the juxtapositions of this season well enough to repeat it.   As onward we go, emptying the garbage, rehearsing the notes--breathing through the hopes/fears and triumphs and darkness....still singing.

 A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
Taking the garbage out and keeping the sidewalk shoveled.
Not much triumph going on here—and yet
There is much we do not understand.
And my hopes and fears are met
In this small singer holding onto my hand.
Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark
And are there angels singing overhead? Hark.

"December" by Gary Johnson

breaking new cents

While my morning ramble did yield two cents; they, alas, are not the new and supposedly improved penny.

 

And I know we're all relieved that our mailman is back in time for the Christmas rush of mailing...

drippety drip

even peppers blink a bright red and green

The classic lights on Holy Names Academy

 random decorated homes in my 'hood

and this blurriness?  is from the pouring rain...

Joyeux Noel

Finally watched the first Christmas movie of the season and was reminded why this is one of my all-time favs.