2010
I want to say "Twenty-ten," but I keep saying "Two thousand ten."
Anyway ... it will be a good year for the cello. (and maybe even the Mets!)
Happy New Year!
... and realities
I want to say "Twenty-ten," but I keep saying "Two thousand ten."
Flashback to a 1967 college class, Art of the Renaissance, with Dr. L., a slightly geeky but well-liked professor who much to everyone's amusement sometimes chose to sport a toupee, and sometimes not. I’d signed up for his class to satisfy a humanities requirement. It seemed like an easy A with no term papers or big projects. However, at the first session I discovered that each class would consist of viewing about a dozen art slides which we’d later be required to identify on midterm and final exams.
Labels: memorizing
A pair of hand-me-down figure skates with home made pom-poms was the incentive for my father to take me ice skating at Hudson County Park for the very first time when I was 6 years old. As he held my hand to steady me on the ice I observed the crowd of experienced skaters easily gliding along singly and in pairs. As we slowly made our way from the shore to what seemed to be the middle of the lake, my father suddenly let go of my hand, much to my surprise, and sent me gliding off on my own … gliding….. gliding………. alone.................... all alone ………..……… to success! ............................... I delighted in the thrilling astonishment that I was actually balancing and skating in a straight line all by myself. The event is one of my favorite moments to recall – one of the highlights of my childhood.
Labels: nostalgia, orchestra, orchestra rehearsal
Yes, I was down the shore without a cello … not quite as bad as being up the creek without a paddle. I hated to leave my cello at home, but I didn’t want to risk bringing it down the shore for fear of getting sand in the f-hole. Beach sand sticks to everything.

The sandcastle construction crew on the job
Me (looking a little more normal than above) with Hubby’s two sisters and children 
Hubby and niece in the waves 
Hubby and nephew splashing
OK … I have to admit, there are some fun things at the Jersey shore besides the predictable sandcastles, waves, seashells, sand-dunes, and tide-pools. Being down the shore provides the perfect opportunity to experience a carnival atmosphere, observe the tattooed masses, view bizarre body piercings, and sample some of the best taste treats the world has to offer.
That’s all part of the BOARDWALK EXPERIENCE - a tacky hoot that defies description. Of particular note: Maruca’s Tomato Pies, Midway’s grilled sausage and pepper sandwiches, Kohr’s orangeade and frozen custard, Midway’s freshly made lemonade, Freeman’s Carousel, Berkley Sweet Shop’s saltwater taffy, bumper cars with blasting music, Skeeball, tacky prizes, air hockey, and Zoltar (the wish-booth made famous in the movie “Big”).
It’s a Jersey thing. Anybody that’s been there, done that knows what I mean.
But anyway, after 5 days away, I’m happier than ever to be home with my cello again.
It was comedy night at orchestra last night. Maybe it was the heat.
Labels: orchestra rehearsal
The threat of severe thunderstorms forced our “concert under the stars” last night to be held indoors instead of at a local town fair … so we sweated it out on a quaint, cramped elementary school stage