Well, I heard the Antiphon
music, in part. A few bars were pretty
and sounded right, but others sounded wrong – and the greater part, the
musician admitted he couldn’t decode. So
I’m going to reach out to other sources.
I’m sure I’ll hear this ancient music before the end of summer. And then I need to find a place that can
frame the vellum and its mat properly, protectively.
Last week I went over to
Brookview, the local public golf course, where I used to play in a league, to
hit a bucket of balls. I haven’t swung a
golf club for nearly two years, so this was wonderful. I remembered which end of the club to take
hold of, and I sent the majority of the balls down the range – though none more
than fifty yards. But it sure felt good,
and I have set a goal of playing a nine-hole, par three game before the first
snow.
1 comment:
I can understand your being emotional about birds around you. My condolences about the robins, and about the missing hawk, too. I'm watching for hummingbirds at the feeder over our patio as I write this.
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