Hello, out there. For those of you who are eagerly awaiting an audio post, Fuggedaboutit! Maybe later, but I am not ready yet.
Not that I am not having fun with my internet singing lessons.......... I am indeed enjoying like crazy. After just 2 lessons my cat now runs from the room as soon as I begin warming up, I have a sore throat from so much unbridled vocalizing and my speaking voice seems to have dropped 2 octaves and increased by 100 decibels. (not on my wish list at all) My quaver and excessive vibrato are still with me, however.......but I fear that if I continue like this I may end up shattering glass, which in this house could be a huge disaster since I have (over 40 years) systematically knocked out most of the wood and stucco walls and replaced them with glazing. No, seriously, the first 2 lessons have been fascinating and I am enjoying the process of trying to learn how to relax my throat, care not a whit how I sound and just let go. I still have 2 lessons to go....(supposed to do one a week) and will then see if I have achieved any measure of improvement. Fortunately, my life and my fortune do NOT depend on it. Better or worse, I will still go around singing to myself and if Gussie doesn't like it........well, too damned bad. She will have to hire a servant who doesn't sing, that's all there is to it.
But, actually, that is not what has been preoccupying me for the past 4 or 5 days and keeping me from blogging..........I have been engaged in a vile experiment to discover how much liquid a human being can ingest in the short space of an hour. In other words....I was undergoing the dreaded prep for a colonoscopy which involves several sessions of having to glug down 16 oz. of the vilest stuff known to man followed immediately by 2 more 16 ounce containers of water. That feat itself is beyond toleration, but what makes it worse is that 32 ounces of water is not enough to get the wretched taste of the potion out of your mouth so you find yourself drinking yet more water, more chicken broth, more apple juice more of any liquid which is clear, without pulp and is neither red nor purple and incidentally, not alcoholic. I cannot believe that a human body can hold so much liquid at once without exploding, but amazingly it appears that it can because I did not. Explode, that is.
Anyway, two days of fasting and that abuse took all of my attention........I am not sure but I believe I did not even sing. My tummy, however, gurgled a lot. I do know that I accomplished the totally impossible by spending my fasting (clear liquids only) day watching several football games from morning to night and being unable to munch on a single morsel. Appalling thought, isn't it? I found it is amazing how much more time there is in a day when one cannot eat......ore perhaps it just seems like that when you are NOT having any fun. Not sure how helpful that bit of information will be to saving the world, but I will ponder on it in my spare time. If any of you have some ideas, do let me know.
Anyway, never mind all of that dreck.......I am happy to report that if inner beauty counts for anything, I was found to be not only pristine from epiglotis to my you-know but with nary a polyp to mar the surface.
And, the best news is that I was told I never have to endure another such prep or procedure for the rest of my life. Tenks Gott.
I could just break out singing........
The New Yorker covers: March 17, 1934
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