Tuesday, November 06, 2007


I wriggled and stamped my feet impatiently. I fussed with the lay of my clothes, pulling at the hem of my shirt and re-setting the fall of my pant legs. I itched my ear. I noted the hairstyles of the people around me. I thought about what I might snack on before bed. I curled the edges of my music score into tiny scrolls and then let them pop back into place. Instead of following my line in the score, I read the copyright information at the bottom of the page. I barely suppressed disbelief when the sopranos came in like a flock of warbly crows. I myself ignored my own entrance, preferring to indulge in a jaw-splitting yawn.
I was a very naughty choir-member last evening.


Blogger Abigail said...

After lunch today, I had one little boy very excitedly excaiming "hull hull hull" as he ate a yummy piece of cake.

Thanks for a good time last night!

1:36 PM  
Anonymous brietta said...

I saw Abby's comment and couldn't help but think that perhaps you are every small child's favorite! How do you do that?!?!

4:53 PM  

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