A Warm Horizon

It's March now, that means two things: 1- that my parent's birthdays have arrived. This week I was on top of things enough to realize that Mom's birthday is tomorrow and gathered the things I needed for her present, but got sick Thursday and Friday and ended up mailing her gift late. I do think Dad's will be on time, though. 2 - that the spring season really is coming. Why I ever chose to live in Logan where the snow never melts is beyond me sometimes. February is one of those times. I feel myself growing increasingly jealous of those that live in warmer climates, even my friends who live along the Wasatch Front have it warmer than I. I would desperately love to be warm and outside right now.

Two of my studnets made honor band - the two low brass players. One got 2nd chair euphonium (he's been playing since mid-December, a switch from trumpet), and the other last trombone. I think that maybe he has no real concept of what it means to be fully prepared, despite my trying to teach him just that. Third student that auditioned said he froze up in part of the audition. Too bad, he really is a good player, but he's young. He has two more years to make it.

This weekend was Stake Conference. Last night when we sang in the chapel the choir stood in front of the pulpit. They are too big to stand in the practically non-existent choir loft. In order for the pianist to see me I had to stand on a chair in the back of the chapel. I felt a little odd about that - especially with two members of the Seventies there - but I could see no other way to deal with the problem. The choir sang wonderfully, and the meeting was really amazing. On Sunday we met in the Tabernacle, and got to rehearse a little with the organ before the meeting started. The choir really sang well today, also, and I think they sang loud enough to balance the organ. I hope they did. We got a new stake presidency today; we'll miss the outgoing presidency, but new ones are always interesting.