It’s been raining for days. Looking out the window gives you a good appreciation for a gold fish’s life, especially if that life includes rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning. I have a ticket to the Symphony tonight but I’ve decided not to go. We are under flash flood warnings so driving might be tricky. In addition, there is a longish walk from the parking lot so chances are good I’d arrive at the concert hall wearing squishy shoes, in a coat dripping water. That doesn’t sound like an enjoyable evening to me. The program will be broadcast on the radio so I think I’ll just stay home and listen to the music through the magic of radio.
Last week’s program was enjoyable. It began with a a piece called Hymne by Valentin Silvestrov. Both music and composer were new to me. The couple sitting next to me must not have liked it because they left. Seemed odd to me that they would pay $30/ticket to hear only one song. Seemed like an awful lot to spend for only seven minutes of music.
Next up was Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 3 in D Minor. The pianist did a masterful job. I’m always amazed at someone who can memorize such a lengthy piece and play it so well. The audience stood and applauded until he had taken four bows and played a brief encore.
After intermission we heard Bartok’s Concerto for Orchestra. This, too, was very well- played. It all added up to an enjoyable musical evening.
Right now I’m feeling a sense of accomplishment which is sort of ridiculous. It stems from the fact that i made some phone calls this morning. One was to return a call that was a sort of business call. Another was to schedule my car for an oil change. But the best one was turning my vouchers into tickets for some upcoming symphony concerts.
These vouchers were given to me in exchange for my tickets when I had to miss some of the season’s concerts back during the winter. The season is rapidly coming to a close so it was get the vouchers exchanged or lose my money. So … the next three Saturdays will find me enjoying some good programs. I also have a concert in June to look forward to.
What have you accomplished today?
I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to attend Easter church service yesterday. It’s all the fault of my alarm clock. For some reason, it didn’t go off and I overslept. I was so aggravated. But at least the church live streams the services and I was up in time to get to church via the Internet. It was “choir day” yesterday; the service opened with a song by the children’s choir. The deaf choir also did a number and finally the adult choir sang a song. But none of them were particularly Easter-y so that was a bit disappointing. The sermon didn’t focus on Easter either so maybe it was just as well that I wasn’t there in person.
I want to sing this song:
Low in the grave He lay’
Jesus my Savior!
Waiting the coming day
Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes
He arose a victor from the dark domain
And He lives forever with His saints to reign
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
I have finally made a start on getting my tax papers in order to take to the accountant. Fortunately for me, the office will be open tomorrow so I can drop them off. I think my taxes are fairly straightforward and with good intentions I started accumulating the necessary supporting documents weeks ago. Then, somehow, I got sidetracked. So here I am at the very last minute hunting up the missing papers, filling out the workbook the accountant sends and trying to get things in order.
Do we have to file a tax report forever and ever? I remember hearing several friends (my age) say they didn’t file tax reports. It’s a chore I’d be glad to give up.
Are your taxes done and dusted?
Today when I read my devotional book, the author of the reading mentioned several songs she sang when growing up. The mention of them almost immediately started them ringing through my memory. Songs like “He Arose” and “He Lives.” We haven’t sung those at my church in years. Do you sing them at your church?
As I sing them again in my memory, it seems to me they celebrate the Easter story in a way that new “praise songs” just don’t. There’s a real joyousness to them. The memory of the congregation booming out “He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today” stirs me like no modern song can.
The author also mentioned Easter sunrise services. I’ve never been to one. Have you? Do you still have them in your area? I can remember that years ago when I was a young girl, churches advertised their Easter sunrise services. I can’t remember the last time I saw such an ad. Locally there was a huge Easter sunrise service at the Muny Opera. Don’t think they do that any more. Then when I was in high school there was a big service at Tower Grove Park. Never ever went to either one. I regret that now.
I feel sorry for those who only have Easter egg hunts and chocolate bunnies and new clothes for their Easter memories. They will never know the true meaning of Easter. We have a Savior who was resurrected and because of that, we have hope in eternal life and our own resurrection.
Yesterday I had an appointment to have my teeth cleaned. I met my new dentist, a youngish woman. She seems pretty nice. I have an appointment with her later in April for a filling. I’ll see how I like how she works when that’s done. The hygienist who cleaned my teeth is very gentle. I kept choking yesterday and she kept patting me on the back like you would a baby. It rather amused me.
A bit of good news … my dental insurance paid for yesterday’s appointment. I just learned I have this insurance as part of my medical insurance. I doesn’t cover a lot of dental things but every bit helps.
Years ago when I was a girl, I belonged to the Girl Scouts. I went to Girl Scout camp once or twice. At camp we cooked our meals over a campfire. I’ve been thinking about the meals we had. I remember Tuna Wiggle which was a tuna/noodle dish. I could probably come up with that now if I wanted to eat it for dinner.
But the recipe which escape ms is Mock Angel Food Cake. This was slices of ???? dipped in sweetened condensed milk and then coated in coconut. The slices were toasted over the fire. What a delicious treat it was. My problem is I can’t remember what we sliced up and dipped. Was it bread? Was it angel food cake? Do you know?