Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Thursday

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Very, very cold. Water dripping from the taps so the pipes don’t freeze. Waking up in the middle of the night with a coughing jag.

I’ll be glad when all of this has passed.

I heard the shocking news that one of my former students passed away yesterday. Lonnie was a student of mine at Boston University and what a bright light he was. Kind, compassionate, funny, wise – he spent the years after graduating working for those in need, especially those who were suffering from AIDS. His extraordinary work touched thousands and, in reading the comments about him on Facebook, it is clear that he made a real difference in so many lives. He had a heart attack last week. We thought he was doing better. But his wife wrote yesterday that his brain activity was profoundly affected by the heart attack and they made the decision to take him off life support.

He had a four year old daughter.

I hadn’t talked to him in person for years, but we occasionally communicated via FB. All of us in the Boston University theater community are shocked and deeply saddened. He was such a fine person. An angel here on earth. Gone far too soon.

Stay warm out there.

Happy Thursday.

Update

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Hey everyone. If you haven’t figured it out by now I’m feeling very under the weather with a bad cold. It’s knocked me out and writing a blog post has not been a priority, especially when my brain feels like mush.

When this happens, check Instagram. It’s far easier for me to write two sentences on IG in order to alert everyone that I’m not posting than it is for me to sign into the blog and do all the things I have to do once I’m there before I can even write a post.

If you don’t have IG, you can look on the right side of my blog – at the bottom is a widget that shows my latest IG posts. Click on it and you’ll get an update.

Thank you so much for your concern, my friends.

We’re also dealing with a lot of snow (more coming today) and I can’t help Don shovel. And dangerous wind chills.

Anyway, I’m slowly – very slowly – feeling a bit better.

Happy Wednesday.

 

 

Sunday Thoughts

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• I promised to show you this ornament up close and completely forgot about it until now:

This is it. Don gave me this for Christmas. The lovebirds reminded him of our mourning doves. The egg is a real egg – ostrich egg, I think? – and it’s absolutely lovely.

• I finished Something Of His Art: Walking To Lübeck With J. S. Bach  yesterday. It’s absolutely charming. It’s also short, about 91 pages or so. The author manages to weave together both journeys, past and present, beautifully. He shares a lot of information about the young Bach and what the journey would have been like in his day; what he would have seen, where he might have stayed, the flora and the fauna that would have surrounded him. The text is so evocative. At the end, I felt like I had taken two journeys – one with J. S. Bach hundreds of years ago, and one with the author and his BBC crew in the present. I recommend it highly. I’m interested in reading more of Horatio Clare’s work.

Now I’m reading Wrecked  by Joe Ide, the third in his IQ series. I picked up Lee Child’s latest from the library yesterday so that will be next up in the queue. And I think I’m about ready to continue my cleaning and sorting in the office.

• Can I say that I’m over reading captions like, “I Marie Kondo-ed this room” (or closet, or panty, or…) on Instagram? In other words, you cleaned and got rid of stuff? Is this a new concept? Haven’t we been doing this for hundreds, even thousands, of years? We get in the mood, we sort through everything, making piles to donate or throw away and we clean out the clutter? And then we feel better.

And the whole get rid of anything that doesn’t ‘spark joy?’ My toilet plunger doesn’t ‘spark joy,’ but I need it nonetheless.

Okay. End of rant. It’s just driving me a wee bit crazy.

It’s a gray day today. And cold. But not nearly as cold as the wind chills in the Midwest! Stay warm, my friends. Stay inside!

Happy Sunday.

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