Dear Diary,
I played one of my mother’s CD’s a few days ago. The first track blasted out the “Dies Irae” from Verdi’s requiem, a piece I had sung in my college days as part of a 300-member chorus. It was thrilling to hear it again and brought me right back to those days. In rehearsal we were singing it in too bland a manner and our director reminded us, “This means “DAY OF WRATH! Sing it like you know what it means!” Oh, the memories.
As I’ve gotten older, memories pile upon memories upon memories. By now they form a solid book in my head, but I can feel some of them quietly slipping away, as if pages are loose and occasionally dropping out. I do hope this means that room is being made for new ones. Is there only so much room in the brain? This is one of those questions that only God can answer.
As to what I’ve been up to lately (besides musing about memories), I’ve finally had to pay attention to the regular nagging I’ve been getting lately about my iCloud storage. Dire messages greet me every time I open my photos file and I absolutely REFUSE to buy anymore iCloud storage. What a racket! So I’ve been transferring photos from iCloud to another, kindlier space.
Some books I’m currently reading:
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne. Opinion: Jules wanted to write an oceanography textbook and decided to spice it up a bit with a plot.
Uncommon Friends by James Newton. Subtitle: Life with Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, Harvey Firestone, Alexis Carrel and Charles Lindbergh. Now there’s a guy that can name drop with style! Very interesting stuff.
Miss Plum and Miss Penny by Dorothy Evelyn Smith. Fiction. I did so want this to be a book about the friendship between two older ladies, but you can’t tell everything (or anything, apparently) about a book by its title. Miss Plum is young and irritating – why does she get first billing? The book was written in 1959 when I was not even out of diapers, so I don’t expect anything shocking.
Commentary on the book of Hosea by John Calvin. I started this one in November of 2024, so I’m in it for the long haul. I think, dear Diary, and I’m sure you would agree, that it’s a good idea to challenge our minds with reading something that your brain can only handle at the rate of 1-2 pages per day.
Lastly, and definitely not leastly, I took part in a Zoom Poetry Tea Party yesterday. Those of us who have poems in the book I’ve Got A Bad Case of Poetry each introduced ourselves and got a chance to read one of our poems to the other poets and the families who supported the kickstarter campaign at the highest level. What an honor! I suppose I’ll get a big head now.
If the Sticky Chair allows me to climb out of it, I’ll delete this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 