It’s cool, but sunny, this morning. I’ve had my morning walk and am back at home taking care of a few household chores. I’ve always liked mornings. It is so peaceful. That is especially true on the weekend. I didn’t see anyone else walking today. I saw only one runner. I was a little late to see any vestiges of the moon. Yesterday I got to see the full moon. That was a bonus.
I am in the kitchen which serves as my office. I have some soft piano music playing in the background. Kate is sleeping. This is wash day for me. I have one load in the dryer and another in the washer. I’ll soon be folding clothes while the music continues. I don’t think I had ever washed a load of clothes until about four years ago. I have found it to be one of the more pleasant household chores. That is especially true when combined with my love of the morning with my love for music.
Quiet mornings can be a time of reflection. Today I’m thinking about the past week. It has been a good one for Kate and me. It was punctuated by three musical highlights. Last Saturday it was the Live in HD at The Met’s performance of La Boheme. Thursday it was opera night at Casa Bella. And last night, we finished the last part of Turandot that we had started earlier in the week. We have seen it less often than some other operas, and Kate did not express a lot of enthusiasm the first night we watched. She got caught up in it last night and loved it. It’s been a good week for music, and I get an extra measure of happiness out of seeing her enthusiasm. Not many things elicit this same emotional response. I hope this continues for a long time.
Have a good day.
