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Tonight the quartet performed for the stable Xmas party. I mean, the Xmas party of the people who board their horses out at the stable. It was a big hollow room, not the best acoustics. We sounded better warming up in the ladies' room. Great, in fact. Then afterward we went to sing for the baritone's aunt in a local nursing home. She was in a double room, curtained off from her roommate. We sang 3 or 4 songs for Aunt Ducky (Dorothea), and asked if she was up for some more. A voice came from the bed beyond the curtain, "I am!" So we sang a few more. Then as we were leaving I noticed a bunch of ability-challenged people drooping in wheelchairs in the hallway because the linoleum of the big room was being washed with a big loud machine, so I suggested we sing for them too. The machine guy hurried to finish and turned his machine off, and we sang them a lot of songs, tried to get them to sing along with the old standards. God, that was poignant. People who couldn't hold their heads up in their wheelchairs smiling weakly and thanking us. Makes me want to spend the rest of the season going from nursing home to nursing home. They must be so bored, most of them. One guy put his hands over his ears. Oh well.