Storm and all its terrors are nothing to the heart's despair
My poem "The Ceremony of Innocence" has been accepted by Mythic Delirium. It is not quite the dream I had once about Benjamin Britten setting the poems of Rudyard Kipling, but I'm still giving it points for timing since I just sang three of Britten's folksongs this afternoon at Music to Cure MS. "O Waly, Waly," "The Last Rose of Summer," "The Lincolnshire Poacher." I think I was better at rehearsal on Thursday night. (I had a very fine Halloween party on Friday evening. Friday morning, I was in crying pain from both ears, and Friday afternoon I spent waiting to see a doctor. I have an ear infection for the first time I can remember in my adult life. I'm on antibiotics for it, which never treat me well. Saturday was pretty much nonexistent until the evening, when I met
gaudior and
rushthatspeaks for the last night of Tomes of Terror—in short, there were some very nice things about the last couple of days, but they've also been exhausting.) I am nonetheless very glad that I did it. My high school voice teacher was in the audience and said I sounded good. The raffle ticket I bought won me a haircut I'm never going to use. And my accompanist spontaneously offered to hook me up with a paying klezmer gig. The usual weirdness prevails, apparently. Worth it.
And now to make a last-minute supermarket run against the storm.
And now to make a last-minute supermarket run against the storm.

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And boo for the ear infection - I had a nasty one (well, technically two, since it was both ears) a few years ago and it was so painful. I was reduced to watching Thomas the Tank Engine on PBS for its soothing qualities. I hope you feel better soon, without having to resort to children's programming.
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And fabulous!
I am so sad to have missed your concert, but I had a longstanding ticket to a weird Macbeth and witches called.
Gods forbid you should use that raffle ticket.
When's the klezmer gig?
Nine
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Hoping the antibiotics and the storm don't give you trouble.
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I'm so sorry about your ear infection. I hope the antibiotics will do their job and that you'll be healed up soon.
I'm glad that you were complimented on the concert. Are you thinking of taking the klezmer gig? If you do, I hope it goes well; in any event, it's cool he offered to connect you.
I hope you weather the storm as comfortably as possible. I wish you continuously working electric and a lack of flooding.
We've gallons of water, sandwich makings, gasoline, and a working generator and snowblower. I'm glad we've less leaves on the trees than we had when the Halloween noreaster hit last year.
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Yay!
Glad the party went well, and hope the earache is ok. (As you'll recall, I've had some bad experiences...)
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