Saturdays,

I work hard.  Grocery shopping.  Advance cooking for the week (for evenings I must be out).  Laundry.  Clean.  Catch up with everything that slideswhile I’m working during the week.  By the end of the day, I’m usually knackered, but the sense of accomplishment, and the absence of dust on the house’s most prominent surfaces, is a considerable consolation!

Beethoven last night was grand.  It does my heart good to see 50 high school kids so intensely involved in a piece of CLASSICAL music.  They may head home with their ipod earbuds blasting something deplorable, but for that hour at least, they knew greatness, and plainly adored it!

Today, the other kid (aged eleven) had a rehearsal with his embryonic rock band.  Isn’t that just what the world is clamoring for? — a rock band with boy-soprano vocals?!?

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