A wind quintet concert and another photo
8:37 a.m.
Yesterday afternoon Herr Doktor Professor Choir Director had called a rehearsal for 1:30. Normally I am all warmed up and raring to go for choir practices but yesterday I just wanted to go home to bed. It was pretty pathetic. I had to leave early anyway because Hubby and I were expected at a concert at the museum on Frontenac Street, except that we didn�t know where it was, never having been there before. I think this museum replaces the mus�e du s�minaire that I remember driving kids to on a field trip when my daughter was in elementary school, and it still has that title in people�s minds, although it is no longer in the s�minaire building, and not even on the same street. Needless to say, we were late, missing the first few minutes of a piece by a friend of ours. It was lovely, what we did hear, scored for wind quintet minus horn. Next on the programme was a flute solo by a local composer who actually studied for two years with Hubby, and then Hubby�s reed trio, before which he was supposed to say a few words en fran�ais. He was totally unprepared and mumbled some totally incoherent stuff in terrible French, but the music spoke for itself and it was all good, as Buddy Boy would say. After a short pause, the wind quintet continued with two more locally-composed pieces for that ensemble, the composer of one actually being present to make a little introductory speech, and a reception of goodies followed.
This concert is being repeated this morning at the U for Vlad�s CEGEP class at 10:30 and I might head over there. I also have a Latin test tomorrow, which I had totally forgotten about, and must study for that as well. To top it off, I noticed that we are out of milk, both laundry baskets are filled to overflowing, the kids� beds haven�t been changed in a very long time, and I just want to go back to bed and read novels.
Thanks for all the comments on the photos. I thought I would include one more that was actually taken a year ago (it�s been cropped, otherwise it would have the whole famn damily in it) when my brother was visiting with my mother and we went out to dinner at a restaurant in Sh�brooke. ladybug-red noticed my long hair, and while it got cut shortly after this photo was taken, it hasn�t been trimmed since and hence is about that length again. I was actually flirting with the good-looking waiter when my brother snapped this one, which accounts for my endearing expression.
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