Caveat Lector

Bum knees don’t like rehearsals with the orchestra. Lot of sitting and standing and sitting again and people nudging past and very close quarters that don’t let the leg rest comfortably and ow ow ow ow ow.

But it did better than I was afraid it’d do, and I think I’ll be able to get by without the cane come Saturday, which is something of a relief, because bringing a cane onstage is just asking for it to fall noisily on the floor at the least opportune moment. (Standing I can do. Getting up from armless chairs can be a challenge sans cane. But I managed.)

This concert mostly survived first contact with the orchestra, so chances are it’s going to be a very good one. Our soprano soloist is a righteous voice, absolutely glorious, and no wibble-wobbling in sight. The whole concert’s worth it just to hear her speak peace unto the—er, that is, sing Handel.

Have to go through the whole rigmarole again tonight; then I get to rest up Friday and most of Saturday. Come see us! You won’t regret it.