The flying fur drifts by my nostrils...
10:57 p.m.
I think my students like me. The German exchange student is really blessed with a beautiful voice and appreciates my cerebral approach to the teaching of singing. My young bass/baritone (he’s only 19, for pity’s sake) said he would miss my smiling face until his next lesson. I hope he’s not developing a crush on me. I really don’t need that. So far they are all eager and willing to learn and do things that may be different from what they did before. That’s asking a lot from singers, so I count myself lucky here.
Writing group was held at the home of one of our number, since Janice is off tomorrow to be the mother-of-the-bride at her daughter’s wedding in Ontario on Saturday. It’s the weekend for weddings, it seems. The mood was very different in Marjorie’s living room, as opposed to the ambience of the used-book store, and there were only five of us in total, so we actually got four writes done instead of the usual three. I was happy to leave, however, as Ginger, the very fluffy and aged cat that makes her home there was starting to cause me respiratory distress. I like kitties, but their dander does not like me.
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