February 24, 2015
Happy Birthday to my darling oldest grandson, turning 6 today. “Now I am 6 and clever as clever,” wrote A. A. Milne in his book of the same name. I smile remembering that soon I will fly out for a visit, to witness their changes since the fall and to refresh myself in the minds of the young’uns. P’s son’s team wins their play-off game tonight and so their season continues on. And returning home more snow is beginning to fall, so our endless winter continues as well.
February 23, 2015
First thing this morning I listen to a burned CD of tunes for my upcoming opus, the 12 that have been mixed, and they sound good. Last night I put myself into a tailspin second-guessing all my decisions, so it is a relief to hear the solidness of the mixes so far. Outside the temperatures struggle to get above zero. Slush frozen solid, I skitter over the sidewalks on my walk from the parking lot. It takes determination to keep on with tasks at hand and not just pull the metaphorical covers over my head and hibernate until spring.
February 22, 2015
Snow last night, but a thaw of sorts today. I try to take a walk in the balmy slightly-above-freezing temperatures, but slush and puddles under foot make the going difficult. This will not last for long– the deep freeze is set to return tonight. But I do enjoy the sight of ivy’s green poking through a hole in the snow.
February 21, 2015
I am missing colors so much, always, by this time of the winter. February is the cruelest month here in New England, and this year it has been tortuously cold and snowy. But there is nothing to be done to modify the weather, so all we can do is keep going. In a week it will be March, the month when spring officially begins. Soon I will see more color on this bush than that reflected by my dining room light on the windowpane.
February 20, 2015
Most of the day is spent editing cover notes, listening intently to the final mixes coming from my producer, who is waiting either for my approval or a request for a different volume level for the piano, a tweak in the sound of the mandolin. In less than 2 weeks, if all goes according to plan, we will be in production. But so little has gone according to plan in this project, now dragging into its 3rd year, that I am far from sanguine I will have the finished discs in hand for the release concert at the end of March. But listening to the cuts as each arrives is a thrill, hearing my ideas in finished form, one by one, assuring me that the end result will be worth the wait. Whenever it finally arrives.
week 332 ~ there is simply too much snow
there is simply too much snow
landscape bleached white without heed
to where all of it will go
there is simply too much snow
shovel plow but we all know
there’s no relief though we plead
there is simply too much snow
landscape bleached white without heed
