December 24, 2013
Tags: Christmas Eve Robert Browning, Hunt Club, Italian Art Songs, Sorrento hotel, The OK Chorale
It’s Christmas Eve (morning). There are streaks of rose madder in the sky. All is calm and bright before The Onslaught of Holiday. This morning I read Robert Browning’s (very) long poem “Christmas Eve.” A dream is set off by the poet going into a dreary church service on Christmas Eve, falling asleep during the Read the Rest…
December 31, 2010
Tags: Chinooks, high tea, piano students, Sorrento hotel, Tea, Tiddly Reindeer
Okay, we’re back. I use the third person royally because I actually live alone, not counting the three cats to whom I pay rent. However I am more introverted than not and I feel like I almost died of people this past week. I ate lunches, dinners, and high teas such as I don’t believe Read the Rest…
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