Compost: n. Anything that was alive, but didn't have a face.

Houghton Philharmonia Concert

Careth, Me, Deanna and Candace
after the concert.

Friday evening's entertainment. The concert was titled: "From The Frigid Lands" and contained music solely by Scandinavian composers (a repertoire very close to this Swedish-Highlander's heart).

(Unfortunately, the video of the piece I am about to describe was several minutes long and Blogger didn't seem to want to up load it, I hope to eventually get it uploaded or at least post a link to it. If anyone has any advice on uploading videos that might be helpful too.)

This piece (Slalom) was composed with a downhill ski course in mind. The composer wrote it to last the duration of a particular course. Apparently he enjoyed listening to music as he skied and wrote this for such a purpose. They included a PowerPoint presentation of parts of the piece and mountain. The best parts of the piece are the very beginning and end. (This video's sound quality doesn't do the musicians justice).

Houghton Visit

The girls being studious in Flat 111. Wall decorations range from Bob Dylan-Elvis Presley-Italian artist's work- African fabric paintings.

Father-Daughter Valentine's "Ball"

It was a fun evening...interesting as I was one of the few daughters over the age of 10, but we did get to practice the waltz! Explanation for the stuffed dog: Dad's gift in response to my ceaseless pleads for us to get a canine companion. Cute, but hardly a substitute.

I'm hoping to relieve some of this "travel bug" by taking a trip out to Western New York and to my beloved Houghton this weekend!!!

Classic!

So, a couple of months ago I managed to be in my first "fender bender." This resulted in an almost perfectly square hole in the front of my little Focus. Then... a couple of weeks ago I realized, only after I'd been driving around Rutland all day...that my car was ornamented with this little fella...the latest hood emblem. This is an example of my father's sense of humor. I've decided to let him stay along for the ride. Thanks Dad!

"This is not a dream that I'm living, this is just a world of Your own. You took me from all that I knew, showed me how it feels to hope. Here with me facing tomorrow, together I can learn to fly. It feels like I'm living in the lion's mouth, but the Lion is... Peace and Power, Love Forever, who am I to stand before You? I am speechless, but in my weakness, You are here and All Is Well!!!"

Saturday night on the Middlebury College campus. Hmmm...I feel like a college student again...evaluations and presentations. Thank you AmeriCorps!