Yikes! I'm 25! Quarter of a century. Two and a half decades. Yuck! Oh well, I can still refuse to grow up, and in fact reaffirm that particular belief daily. So let's see, what to blab about on this installment... How about skiing? Yeah, that's good. Since I got my own XC skis (what a great sale - love REI) Kate and I have wandered off to NH (Mt. Washington, no less), and Grafton and Chittenden, VT. The latter towns/ courses are, well, in the grand old "East Podunk" tradition, but all the better for it - gorgeous, secluded, and oh yeah, HARD! I'm still purple from falling up a couple of hills. Yep, still no good at that part. Getting better though. Honest. And it's such terrific exercise - haven't been running in a while, too cold to breathe for me. I just wish it would snow around here, so skiing didn't involve a 3-hour drive just to get there (which of course entails getting up waaaaaaaaaaaay too early). The past day or so I've found myself laughing way too hard at an insane email chain started by good old Sarah Darling, which has succeeded in bringing all sorts of crazy info to me and many people I 1) haven't seen in ages, 2) just met, and 3) don't know in the slightest. I haven't had this much email fun since - hmmm... I think since my fellow freshman violists and I started trading stupid jokes lo these many eons ago...
Still playing trios, quartets and other oddball combinations with Lino, Kate, Bonnie et al. Aliae including oboe and clarinet and I think there's a harp on the horizon. We've got a couple of concerts coming up, it's fun to do the Mozart D major flute quartet again - haven't played it since I was a freshman in college, which is longer ago than I care to think about, and the Beethoven c minor trio, which I last played as a junior and is therefore only slightly less long ago. I really am getting old. Ew. The students, well, they're about the usual - some doing extremely well, some being extremely lazy, and most somewhere in between, although I'm coaching again - a trio of 6th graders. Gotta start somewhere, and they're good kids, although very giggly. Par for the course with 11 and 12 year olds.
This is shorter than my usual ramble - I could add another five or six paragraphs, but let's get real here. You probably don't want to read about it, and frankly, it's hard to type with an 11-pound Maine Coon on one's arm. Rullie has been a major snugglebug this winter - that may have something to do with the long stretches of time we had no heat - but there I go, falling into the stuff I said I wasn't going to write. Is that praeteritum? I've forgotten much of my Latin rhetorical device random knowledge...
