.Then there was the night the tree fell on my house….
Last Saturday night, some big storms swept through here, and about 7:45, we heard and felt a serious THUD. I could see some branches from the back patio glass doors, and thought it was just that – branches. Until I ventured further and saw..no it was A TREE.
It’s not too bad. Exterior damage and a little bit of damage inside a closet. As the tree guy said, “It could have been worse.” (It usually could have, in anything. Remember that.) Specifically, if this were a newer home, it probably would have taken that whole wall out.
The good thing about homeowner’s insurance is that at this point, the adjustor and the roofing guy are figuring it out, so most of the time, I forget that it even happened.
10-year old has been bumped up in his music lessons – out of regular leveled curricula into mo’ serious stuff. Bach’s First Invention, a Beethoven Sonatina. It’s a transition, to be sure, so to ease it, I’m going Suzuki for a while and practicing the pieces myself, as well as adding in my favorite Invention from lessons past – #4.
Podcasts, podcasts…well, I’m still focused on Couch to 5k, and have finished week 7, still alive – running 25 minutes at a time. It’s probably deceptive though, since it’s on an indoor track. Once the weather warms up again (57/8 is my threshold for outdoor running. *Wimp*), I’ll take it back outside and we’ll see how I cope on the slightly hilly course I usually take.
Other than that, recently, I listened to the Great Lives podcasts on Louisa May Alcott and Dorothy Sayers and finally got in the last episode of the really excellent 3-part series called Global Classical Music – A New World Symphony , an exploration of the explosion in popularity of Western Classical music outside of Europe. Really worth a listen, and the last moments, in which an Indian teacher explains the importance of this music – without denigrating his own important musical traditions – moves into the final strains of (of course) Dvorak’s New World Symphony – are quite moving.
The only field trip we took this week was a short, but meaningful one – to the research branch of our Central public library downtown. The research building, connected by an above-the-street walkway to the newer building, was actually the original public library. It boasts some wonderful murals which you can read about – and see better versions than I was able to photograph – here. I found the murals in the former children’s room particularly lovely. A different world.
I read Dawn Powell’s A Time to Be Born this week. I generally enjoyed it – it was enjoyable mean in its depiction of highflown self-important New York media culture before the war (supposedly, one of the central characters is modeled on Clare Booth Luce, although Powell always denied it), but I found it a bit padded.
The other day in a used bookstore I picked up a copy of H. Allen Smith’s The Pig in the Barber Shop – a travelogue of a trip to Mexico, published in 1958. I love old travel books – I find them to be an interesting way to read history, and I especially am always on the lookout for descriptions of Catholic Stuff, descriptions which are far more helpful in understanding the past than the presumptions and ideological narratives of the present.
Smith was a prolific journalist whom I only know because of his book, and the movie based upon it, Rhubarb, about a cat who inherits a baseball team. I think I read that book half a dozen times as a kid.
I’m enjoying this one – and bonus – I opened it up, and found that it was signed by Smith!