Singing Lesson Day
May. 8th, 2026 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
days_unfoldingI said Good night to the cats “And don’t knock anything down “. Oliver: “That sounds like a challenge.” The dogs are so tired.
Woke up 7:20ish. It’s been a busy morning. Overslept my nap. Contacted the vet for Gracie’s shot. Signed the forms for my CPAP (and did a “facial scan”). Checked on the dogs because it’s raining, but they don’t want to come in. Okay. Bella left muddy paw prints on my shirt 🙂 Oliver is being a little shit and is picking on Lily. Sigh.
Got a place to board the cats at the end of the month. I’ll call the dog place tomorrow morning.
It’s after work, and the cats want to be fed Right Meow! Lily is fussing over me. I didn’t have time to eat dinner before my singing lesson. Threw myself together.
The singing lesson went well. I told her that choir was over for the summer, and she said, “Oh good. We can practice solo pieces.” She asked me if I had a song to work on, and I said that the Joni Mitchell song “River” had popped into my mind. She liked the range of notes on it. I wound up inwardly cursing Joni Mitchell for her range. We got through it, but I need to practice it.
Everyone is inside and fed, but I need to give them their evening snack.
I’m adding to my reading of somewhat depressing books by reading Roger Rosenblatt’s book about caring for his grandkids after the death of his daughter, Making Toast. I’m a Roger Rosenblatt fan. I loved his essays for Time magazine. I had my favorite of his essays, ”Thanksgiving Inventory” on my door at IBM. (You can search Time's archive for it if you want, but I can't link to it. Well worth it though.) But the chapters in his book are long, so I decided to put it aside and post. I want to get up at a decent hour to do yard work.
So I need to give the pets their crunchies and head towards bed.
Woke up 7:20ish. It’s been a busy morning. Overslept my nap. Contacted the vet for Gracie’s shot. Signed the forms for my CPAP (and did a “facial scan”). Checked on the dogs because it’s raining, but they don’t want to come in. Okay. Bella left muddy paw prints on my shirt 🙂 Oliver is being a little shit and is picking on Lily. Sigh.
Got a place to board the cats at the end of the month. I’ll call the dog place tomorrow morning.
It’s after work, and the cats want to be fed Right Meow! Lily is fussing over me. I didn’t have time to eat dinner before my singing lesson. Threw myself together.
The singing lesson went well. I told her that choir was over for the summer, and she said, “Oh good. We can practice solo pieces.” She asked me if I had a song to work on, and I said that the Joni Mitchell song “River” had popped into my mind. She liked the range of notes on it. I wound up inwardly cursing Joni Mitchell for her range. We got through it, but I need to practice it.
Everyone is inside and fed, but I need to give them their evening snack.
I’m adding to my reading of somewhat depressing books by reading Roger Rosenblatt’s book about caring for his grandkids after the death of his daughter, Making Toast. I’m a Roger Rosenblatt fan. I loved his essays for Time magazine. I had my favorite of his essays, ”Thanksgiving Inventory” on my door at IBM. (You can search Time's archive for it if you want, but I can't link to it. Well worth it though.) But the chapters in his book are long, so I decided to put it aside and post. I want to get up at a decent hour to do yard work.
So I need to give the pets their crunchies and head towards bed.
