A 2 Cultural Events Weekend

 Saturday night we attended a performance of Claudio Monteverdi's Vespers and Sunday afternoon it was the Ballet "Tangled".

The first was a production by Upper Valley Baroque Chamber Choir which involved contracting with soloists and instrumentalists. To reduce the cost we were one of many asked to host.  We had one of the theorbo instrumentalists as our house guest from Thursday through Saturday night. 

See the two really long necked lutes below? Our guest, Michael is on the right. He travels the world playing plucked instruments but lives in Syracuse, NY because his wife is a professor at the business school.

The vespers are in 13 parts, all in latin and quite easy to listen to. It was apparent that a lot of work went into this production.  The church was filled to capacity.

Above photos taken at end of intermission as instruments were tuning to start again.

Sunday afternoon was the ballet that granddaughters were performing in.

The Plainfield Town Hall has a gorgeous backdrop painted my Maxfield Parrish in 1910 or so.

It was the perfect setting for the ballet.

First up the flowers.

Then the bunnies (note the 3 boys in this class).

Rapunzel and her friend the chameleon in the tower.

Birds.  Granddaughter #1 was one of these.

Peasant girls, granddaughter #2 was one of them.

More of the teens can be seen on the cover.  One day the granddaughters may be one of these stars.

The last time the ballet school did Tangled the girl on the left, above was one of the flowers.

A very nice but busy weekend.

Great Statements About Getting Older

                     I'm responsible for what I say, not what you understand.

 

Common sense is like deodorant. The people who need it the most never use it.

 

My tolerance for idiots is extremely low these days. I used to have some immunity built up, but obviously there's a new strain out there.

 

It's not my age that bothers me; it's the side effects.

 

I'm not saying I'm old and worn out, but I make sure I'm nowhere near the curb on trash day.

 

As I watch this generation try and rewrite our history, I'm sure of one thing: It will be misspelled and have no punctuation.

 

As I've gotten older, people think I've become lazy. The truth is I'm just being more energy efficient.

 

I haven't gotten anything done today. I've been in the Produce Department trying to open this stupid plastic bag.

 

If you find yourself feeling useless, remember it took 20 years,trillions of dollars, and four presidents to replace the Taliban with the Taliban. 

 

Turns out that being a "senior" is mostly just googling how to do stuff.

 

I want to be 18 again and ruin my life differently. I have new ideas.

 

I'm on two diets. I wasn't getting enough food on one.

 

I put my scale in the bathroom corner and that's where the little liar will stay until it apologizes.

 

My mind is like an internet browser.  At least 19 open tabs, 3 of them are frozen, and I have no clue where the music is coming from.

 

Hard to believe I once had a phone attached to a wall, and when it rang, I picked it up without knowing who was calling.

 

Apparently RSVPing to a wedding invitation "Maybe next time" isn't the correct response.

 

She says I keep pushing her buttons. If that were true, I would have found mute by now.

 

So you've been eating hot dogs and McChickens all your life, but you won't take the vaccine because you don't know what's in it.  Are you kidding me?

 

Sometimes God puts you in the same situation again to see if you're still a dumb-a-s.

 

There is no such thing as a grouchy old person. The truth is that once you get old, you stop being polite and start being honest.

Thanks to my friend, Marilyn, for sharing these with me. 

Wednesday Walk and Cast Off

With Wednesday's appointment to have the cast removed and first OT appointment, I opted to do my own walk from home.

With the rain earlier in the week stream was very full.

Thankfully roads were no longer muddy.

The above and below are an old cellar, now overgrown.

This wall runs along this stream.  I wonder if it was a mill race.

This is the Grange Hall.  I've never seen it open.

The former schoolhouse is now the Mason's Hall.

These forsythia look like mine with

flowers along the bottom edges only. Mine are below.

And here's the cast off and a new support that I remove to exercise and bathe.

The prognosis is by July 4th I will have regained full use. 

Something to Read

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