I cut short my happy after-children-are-sleeping practice time this evening. Tonight, the girls were not lulled to sleep, nor did the baby sleep “like a baby” (whoever came up with that one?). But I am taking a moment to marvel that usually everyone sleeps right through opera arias and art songs literally reverberating through the house.
That’s yet another thing I love about our new home. With the open spaces, minimal furnishings, and wood floors, there is no better place to practice. Great acoustics for singers. Sometimes I wonder if people walking by can hear me, but I don’t really want to know.
Which is all to say that I have started taking lessons again. And, oh, thank God, I am still a singer.