Orchestrate a couple more pages of Samson and Delilah: XI. Dagon (through page 10) and continue the major reorganization of the office that began last weekend,
in anticipation of the arrival from Seattle of
Tisha and Clare,
who celebrate an early Christmas with us.
Clare and I play catch out back, and I'm amazed at her stamina and knowledge of Van Gogh, Rivera, and Kahlo at age 8! We stay out almost until the starry night. After the decoration (before) and gift-opening festivities (to a background of Christmas carols, Andre Kostelanetz, Robert Shaw, Hector Berlioz L'Enfance du Christ, Henry Purcell's Dioclesian, and bits of Handel, J.S. Bach, and Bizet), I blitz out to Staples to buy file-storage boxes (first time ever, having relied on Kinko's for years until their untimely demise, subsumed as they have been by the not-really-focussed-the-situation Fed Ex), and this simple purchase allows me to begin to put some kind of re-organizational schema into my music (six boxes and counting thus far), life, the universe, and everything.
