Easter has come and gone, with proclamations of “Christ Has Risen”, despite worldy evidence to the contrary. They say the war is winding down. We’ll see.
Actually, there were two Easters. I celebrated Orthodox Easter with the performance of Bach’s St. John Passion with the Greenville Chorale Saturday night. It’s a piece enjoyed more by the performers than the audience, unless they are dedicated choral afficianados. 2.5 hours of sheer tedium — death by recitative.
Amy was with us over the weekend, and despite concert obligations and Laura’s migraine, we actually had a nice, relaxing weekend. Our backyard wildlife put on a show for our guest – two muskrats, one beaver, four large white egrets, two green herons (not quite ripe) and two large blue herons (ready to eat), a gaggle of Canadian geese, some presumptious ducks, various turtles (“skip a bit, brother”)…
I just got through reading “Holes” by Louis Sachar. This is an excellent book I’d recommend for all ages. Like Harry Potter, it looks like it would be a great tool to get young males interested in reading. Sachar masterfully blends three subplots in an unlikely story about a young boy sent to a juvenile detention camp. (Geez, I sound like a critic.)
Work started on the deck today. We now have no stairs from the upper level to the back yard at all. In accordance with my recent reading, our yard is now full of holes for the pilings for the deck.