From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

One day I'l get back to recounting my trip...

until then you get 'current' life.
Like tonight.
I went to choir* practice with Loralee** and when we got out it was snowing***! Everything was covered in a soft blanket of white quiet. Beautiful. We were practicing at St. James Cathedral in Seattle and the streets and vegetation and everything was covered with about an inch of snow. We could see it swirling down by the light of the lamps that lit the street. It was so picture worthy.
I didn't bring my camera.
Then I got to DRIVE HOME****!
I've never driven in snow before this winter... now I've driven THREE times^! Woo!


*Did you, the internet, know that I auditioned for a Renaissance Women's choir? I did. I made it and now I'm learning all sorts of Renaissance Polyphony+. And Chant+. The director and most of the choir is Catholic or Protestant and they are familiar with the music style from Mass and stuff and they are in the Early Music Guild here in Seattle and blah, blah, blah (they are VERY good musicians) are familiar with this stuff. I am not. It's new. Beautiful and I REALLY enjoy it. but I'm not familiar with the terms and my Latin is rusty and I don't sing these chants regularly.
AND I have not really sung in about 7 years. Ack! It's going to take more effort for me to excel in this group than most of the members I think. Also I'm years younger than the majority of the group.
However, I did get asked to sing in a trio as part of one of the songs. It'll be like a solo... kinda. There will be two other girls singing, but I'll be the only one singing my part. I'm stoked... now I have GOT to learn that song. GOT. TO.
** She's a good friend who is helping me learn all this polyphony+. Her Master's Degree is in Medieval Studies and they lived for a year in York. She knows about this music and can help me sing it. I just need to know how to read music better I think++.

*** It was like being in a snow globe the WHOLE TIME! Some times the snow was even going sideways! I had to cross several bridges and go up and down hills and (have you SEEN our driveway!?) they had not plowed the driveway when I got home. They were out salting and plowing, but they were still at the bottom of the first descent. It took me a full minute or more to drive down the first descent. The wheels would freeze and crunch and it sounded scary. Then I noticed the husband / significant other to our wonderful grounds keeper+++ video recording me! Ack! He congratulated me on a nice, safe drive into the complex after I parked.

^I drove to Loralee's once and home from Half Price Books another time and then tonight, of course. This was the first time that it was actually falling from the sky. ALL other times I have driven on snow that was fresh or less fresh and it was no longer falling.

+Polyphony means singing with many voice parts... Chant is singing in one voice part. I'm learning so much!

++Yup. Need to learn to count beats and read the music much faster and better. And play the piano for myself. That wouldn't hurt.

+++ They live in the apartment above us.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Dear Life,
I thought we agreed no more new projects. Why did you trick me into knitting again today?!? There is no way I can finish socks in the time I have available. None whatsoever. Even if it's a "simple" pattern.
Ugh. But thanks for the reminder to take some time for myself. It was nice to catch up with a firend and not stress about everything I'm not doing while I remembered how to knit and purl. The Zumba class was a nice finish, so thanks for that too.
I guess I kinda forgive you, until I remember that I have another project to finish (good thing I left it at my friend's house, huh?)
Dear life,
Please don't encourage me to do any thing more than I am already doing.
Thank you.