I'm back!

The weekend chorus retreat was very nice. I don’t know why I always dread our retreats each year when they rear their ugly heads—probably because I have some weird innate resistance to things that might be fun change in my routine. But we had a great time rehearsing, eating, rehearsing, rehearsing, rehearsing and occasionally lounging around the well-manicured, all-but-antlered Fort Wilderness they call Lake Lawn Resort.

I was supposed to choreograph two songs and teach them over the weekend, but my high-stress workweek prevented me from meeting with the director even to find out what he wanted me to teach until I was already at the retreat. So I threw some stuff together once I got there, and the chorus boys (and girls!) studied it and learned it as though it were High Art (which always amuses me), and it ended up looking pretty good. But WOW—we still have a lot more material to learn. And the show is in five weeks. ACK!

When we weren’t under the whip rehearsing, I got in a four-mile run along the lakefront and ate so many delicious desserts that they’re gonna start calling me Puff the Magic Pastry. And the whole chorus spent the weekend terrifying the Bible study groups and entertaining the bachelorette parties who shared the resort with us.