Making Good Time, Hopelessly Lost

“That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”

Preamble, Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776

New Year, New Resolutions

I have not yet found my voice for blogging but it’s a new year so I thought it would be a propitious time to try again.

I’m spoiled rotten for sure, I spend my time singing, working in the garden and back office duties and odd jobs for work.  So what is it I want?  What is my passion?  I used to take photos, but Amanda is so much better I stopped, and you can’t, well, I can’t, contemplate and frame a shot while trying to keep track of my traveling companions.  I sing in a chorus, it’s getting old, so what kind of singing do I want to move to?  Am I capable of singing something else?  I enjoy drawing but all my sketchpads were destroyed in Hurricane Irene.  I trained for graphic arts and 3d animation, haven’t done any of that in years.

So my resolutions for the New Year are: do more singing, in more places.  Explore more creative ways to express myself and looking at the world. More Photography, Drawing, built objects.  Write.  Connect with creative people.

wine tonight

So the concert is over, FABULOUS, by the way.  I hit the high E exactly as required and for the right amount of time.

Tonight we had pork chops with roasted brussels sprouts. onions, tomatoes and garlic and salad with  Arista Pinot Noir 2008.  Listening to Singers and Swing on the cable.  Which means Frank Sinatra when I started and now Trish, Hans and Phil “Peel Me A Grape” right now.

The Aritsta was very interesting.  Not often I find a red with orange overtones. Or back taste, which ever.  This pinor noir had orange and cola (which really snuck up on you believe me) but went very well with roasted vegetables and grilled pork chops.

I tried to copy and paste a picture of the label but it wouldn’t go so trust me, the Sonoma Valley Pinot Noir is great.

VIVA the Musical

Today in defiance of the cold and snow we presented an afternoon of Latin American music at Drew University in Madison, NJ.  It is warm wonderful music from many different composers.  Enjoy!



Get out of your winter funk and warm up your life
with the heated music of Latin America.


click here for music samples, info and to order tickets
not performed by The Masterwork Chorus



wine tonight

Tonight we drank Atteca old vines 2007. 100 year old Garnacha vines on a hillside 3,000 feet above sea level in Spain makes for very delicious wine.  Too good for the spaghetti I made, really, but it elevated the spaghetti to a new level.

Planning the garden

When the cold winter wind is blowing and a snow storm is bearing down is the perfect time to start planning the garden.  So I’ve just ordered my seed potatoes and onions!  Can summer be far behind.

Now, if I could just make a decision about which tomatoes I’m going to try to grow!

Going Forward

I am feeling much better now.  Sunday I was numb, Monday I was like a panicked trapped animal unable to contain myself.  I felt as if I had nothing holding me together, the air itself was painful.  My baby was gone, following her sister out into the world, leaving me behind. So now that I have gathered myself back into my skin I can assess my feelings.  When Amanda left for England I was/am so proud of her for making such a great leap into her life after college with this big step.

When Caitlin finished school and moved to San Francisco I was terribly sad but knew she was with Ed and they are a good pair and do a good job of looking out for each other.  I am very proud of her, writing and pursuing her dream and though we haven’t gotten out there as much as I had hoped it didn’t seem that far somehow until now.

Now, with my girls equally far from me in opposite directions I feel stretched impossibly thin, trying to enclose them both.  I didn’t/don’t know what to do with myself.  Who am I now? Do I have an interesting plot line for my hero, as Amanda’s post ends with, do I have a plot at all. 

Figuring it Out

So my daughters have been blogging and texting for years.  I have thought, how hard can it be?  And discover that although I understand the process intellectually, I have a hard time completing the process.

So, with Amanda’s help, I am completing this first mindless post.  Just to say that I did.

Now, I wonder if I really have anything I feel I can actually say out loud.  Hmmm.