26 years and Counting

Some marriages don't last that long. . . .
that's how long my tenure has been with the Annapolis Chorale/Live Arts Maryland. Hopefully, I can continue that tenure as long as I am physically capable of singing well. Shudder. . . .

At the Gala last night I looked around the room and realized that each person I saw that I recognized was a gift that came with "purchase". If I weren't a member of this organization my life might not have the depth, color, and variety it has. I have no problem with saying that I owe the best part of my life to my involvement with this organization. There is no pride standing in my way there. It just IS.

I had a pretty good time. The people that I was sitting with all left before the show was over, the other couples at the table were Chorale members. It was fine. Some year I'd like to actually sit not in the back corner. I don't know who does the tables and - heaven help them - it's a task I wouldn't want. I guess sometimes I could be allowed a little "say" every now and then. I would like a front table because - well. . . maybe I've earned it once in a while? Maybe I've gotten a few points for job well done? My problem is I don't have any money and, as I was told last night, those tables are usually for people with money. Sigh. Oh well :) It is what it is.

The performers were fabulous - really fabulous. I think they all sang better than they sang last year. I liked the music better. It fit the audience better. It was shorter. Liked the auction better. It was a remarkable evening. I'm so blessed to know and be involved with those folks.

Now, onto thinking about St. Matthew, Haydn, and O. . .Klahoma. I need a 12 gauge shotgun - any takers?