Finished my class Wednesday. Finals, papers, entering grades . . . it's all done. And already my life feels drastically different - I made time to read The Turn of the Screw by Henry James yesterday, and today I'll watch the opera by Britten. This was simply not possible last week. As hard as I tried, I never managed to get ahead in lecture preparation.
Orpheus Singers, this chamber group I've been with for a few months, is putting on a concert this weekend. We're singing some wholly unsatisfying lieder/part songs, and Liszt's Mass, which is comparatively intricate. The German pieces (Brahms, Mendelssohn, Schumann) are new for me - never sat down to listen to this part of the Romantic Era - and unfortunately they seem to have never grown on me.
The day after the concert I fly to Minneapolis, the City of Lakes. (Come to think of it, there are many cities with lakes in that area . . . Minneapolis must have had to lobby really hard for that name.) I'll be in town for two weeks (-18 JUN).
All for now,