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The weather here was brutal today. Hot, yes, but also suffocatingly humid. I tried to wear something cool and breezy to church, and still switched to my very lightest clothes the minute I got home. Well, I suppose we were due. We somehow got through July without hitting 100F.
My plants are feeling the heat. I've put the geranium in partial shade because it kept losing leaves. The peppermint looks half-burnt. The gerber daisy, though, is perfectly green, despite having given up flowering for the time being. And the flapjack, naturally, is getting huge.
So yesterday my parents took their cat to the Humane Society to get her microchipped - they were doing it cheap. However, Pixie completely freaked out, and in attempts to hold her down, my dad got one of her fangs through the pad of one finger. And now it looks infected. Yikes.
At church we're going through the book of Isaiah. Love, love, love, love, love. So much awesome in that book.
This week, the community choir is doing vocal assessments so that Z can decide how best to arrange us. Part of it includes singing a passage which he provides ahead of time for us to learn. I was all nervous about it, because last time he gave us a bit out of Handel's Solomon. Which, y'know, being Baroque and all that, isn't terribly complicated, but Handel could be hard on sopranos. Then I downloaded the passage. Beethoven's Ninth, fourth movement, chorale. Also known as "Ode to Joy." Six notes, all but one sung stepwise, no chromaticism or accidentals, common meter. Or in less technical terms, ridiculously easy even if it didn't share a tune with a very old, very popular hymn.
I think I'll sing it in German, just for kicks.
(Also, when he gave us the Solomon passage, we ended up singing that oratorio that year. I'm really really hoping this means we'll be singing Beethoven's Ninth. Rock on.)
My plants are feeling the heat. I've put the geranium in partial shade because it kept losing leaves. The peppermint looks half-burnt. The gerber daisy, though, is perfectly green, despite having given up flowering for the time being. And the flapjack, naturally, is getting huge.
So yesterday my parents took their cat to the Humane Society to get her microchipped - they were doing it cheap. However, Pixie completely freaked out, and in attempts to hold her down, my dad got one of her fangs through the pad of one finger. And now it looks infected. Yikes.
At church we're going through the book of Isaiah. Love, love, love, love, love. So much awesome in that book.
This week, the community choir is doing vocal assessments so that Z can decide how best to arrange us. Part of it includes singing a passage which he provides ahead of time for us to learn. I was all nervous about it, because last time he gave us a bit out of Handel's Solomon. Which, y'know, being Baroque and all that, isn't terribly complicated, but Handel could be hard on sopranos. Then I downloaded the passage. Beethoven's Ninth, fourth movement, chorale. Also known as "Ode to Joy." Six notes, all but one sung stepwise, no chromaticism or accidentals, common meter. Or in less technical terms, ridiculously easy even if it didn't share a tune with a very old, very popular hymn.
I think I'll sing it in German, just for kicks.
(Also, when he gave us the Solomon passage, we ended up singing that oratorio that year. I'm really really hoping this means we'll be singing Beethoven's Ninth. Rock on.)