On Sunday we had a two hour choral practice, for the concert this Thursday. I go for a walk in the sun up in the hill behind North Beach afterwards. I am still singing the Numberless Stars piece. I am in a small quartet, first alto angel. We will sing from the balcony with the rest of the chorus in the main part of the church.
I walk by a tree and a squirrel chatters at me, scolding. I laugh and sing back to the squirrel.
The squirrel stops chattering and comes down the tree. Around to the front about three feet up and just stays, listening.
She goes out the branch and sits, looking at me. She does some grooming and nearly goes to sleep.
By now I am singing “Squirrels, squirrels,” instead of the correct words, which are “Stars, stars.” A man walks by with two small dogs on a leash. My squirrel does not budge and the dogs don’t notice. The man laughs at me singing to a squirrel.
I sing to the squirrel for a while and then walk on. How magical, to have a creature listen and even relax!
Our boatyard has two cranes, a big one and a little one. They can lift enormous boats out of the water. The bottom is washed and the water is filtered and then the boats are set down to be worked on, all over the boatyard.
When my kids were little they had field trips from the school to the boatyard. My daughter’s class had a trip to see the crane because one of the parents works as a crane operator. All the second graders learning about the boatyard: fabulous.