Feb 03, 2009 17:19
I feel the need to publicize this, whether she ever knows this blog exists or not. I think my choir director is one of the best people to ever set up residence in this town.
Her energy and passion for music are equal to that of The Energetic Blonde professor of the Alma Mater, and seeing her each week at church and at practice is like a fresh breeze in a stagnant town.
Sunday morning, I went over to talk to her after the service and to tell her son, a 15-year-old high-schooler with the voice of a Broadway star, that he had done an amazing job on his solos that morning. She gave me a huge hug, and her son always gets excited when he talks about music.
I am so glad that I joined choir, and so glad I can feel appreciated for something so fun and that I enjoy so much: singing.
May there always be a choir in the loft and a song in your heart,
the Barefoot Puzzle
PS Completely unrelated: My cat just about gave me a heart attack by sitting at the basement window and staring at me as I worked on my computer. I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye and leaped about thirty feet into the air. So there's that.