Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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A night on Broadway

My local community band played our annual fundraising concert last night. We hosted 200+ people at a spaghetti dinner/concert. This year our theme was A Night on Broadway, with all of the music centered around Broadway shows.

Our program cover.

We upped the number of tickets available from last year’s 150 to 200, not really expecting we’d sell them all. But we did. We sold out several days before the concert. And more people were asking for tickets.

Setting up for the musical dinner party.

People that waited to purchase a ticket ended up with a seat but no meal. We only bought enough food to feed 200 people, and only had that much room at tables. They sat in chairs along the perimeter of the church gym where we played. I think there were about 30 people sitting in chairs.

People getting settled before the music began.

It was a lot of work getting the space ready for the concert. Most of the band members arrived at 4 to set up tables, chairs and the silent auction. We warmed up from 5 to 6, and then opened the doors. There was a line of people waiting patiently…and the room quickly filled up.

Me and my clarinet neighbor.

It’s an entirely different experience to play in a crowded room, to have people sitting (and eating spaghetti) only feet away. But it’s a great experience that I wish everyone could have. Applause bouncing off of cement walls seems louder. The music even seems bigger. And mistakes seem to disappear into the cloud of music rising into basketball backboards.

Some of our silent auction baskets. We had 75 of them.

If you’ve ever played music from a Broadway show you’ll know it’s not easy. And when you put snippets of a bunch of different songs from a show into one piece of music, well, there’s all sorts of opportunities to play something wrong. Transitions between songs within a piece are one of the hardest things to do, and our concert Friday was full of them.

Our vocalist for Moon River is also the principal percussionist.

I think I made about 64,852 errors. Sometimes I stopped paying attention, listening to the music, and lost track of where we were. Other times I missed a key signature change even though while practicing I’d circled them with dark pencil. Once I even came in a measure early. I was not alone. There were plenty of errors, but the audience didn’t seem to care. The music was all fun, most of it was stuff they knew, maybe even from shows they’d seen.

Everyone was in a wonderful mood, and it was a lot of fun.

The clarinet section.

But boy am I glad this one is over. An entire concert of show music was intimidating enough. Adding the organization and coordination of a dinner for 200 people on top of it? Nearly impossible.

But we pulled it off for the second year in a row. It was fun, despite all the work. A few band members I’ve talked to today, the day after, have said they’re tired and mostly hanging out on the sofa, relieved to have it done.

I concur. But I look forward to next year’s event too.

This season’s last concert is scheduled for May, where we’ll be playing music in tribute to the 250th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. It will be a totally different type of concert, and we hope that all 200+ guests at Friday’s dinner will come to the high school for a free celebration.

If you live around here I hope you’ll come too.


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Filling in

Penny here. I’m filling in for my mom who seems to be very busy. She and daddy are gone a lot during the day and I’m left to guard the house.

Let me show you around Penny’s Park!

I will tell you that I am a very fierce guard dog — if I’m on the other side of a door. If someone, say the cleaning lady, comes through the door, well, I’m just a happy puppy that needs to get her head rubbed.

I can’t help it. I’m adorable.

Running in my park is one of my favorite things to do!

Anyway, mom and I haven’t been to dog school in a couple weeks. I don’t know when we’ll be back in school. Mom even missed some band, and there’s a concert (so she tells me) this coming Friday!

We had a beautiful day for a walk at my park!

I don’t know, the folks seem entirely disorganized at the moment. I think I’m going to have to give them a stern talking to. I’m sure they’ll shape up if I can get them to focus on me.

After all. I AM the most important dog in this household!

Just because all the snow melted doesn’t mean we’re out of the woods. (Hee hee, see what I did there?)

Mom did take me to my park this week. We call it Penny’s Park because mom didn’t take my sister Katie there very often. Mom says that’s because she didn’t discover it until Katie was pretty old, and it’s very hilly.

It got pretty windy, even in the woods.

I don’t think my sister will mind that this one is named after me. We still call her parks Katie’s Park and Katie’s Park II. I wish she and I had been able to walk in our parks together.

Mom and I worked on my “STAY!” I aced it of course.

Anyway, after a long walk in my park I decided a nap in my dad’s lap was just the ticket. Lucky for me my dad obliged.

Dreaming about my next adventure.

Talk later, your substitute hostess, Pretty Penny, park explorer extraordinaire.


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And the rest of the birds

Well, I left you on the trails in the woods of Kensington quite a long time ago. You’ve likely forgotten I left you stranded there, what with the red winged interruption and then of course Penny’s Wordless Wednesday.

There’s a lot going on here in Penny’s house and I’ve been too busy to finish up my walk with you and my birds, so let me just say the last few birds I met along the trail were all turkeys.

Where there’s one, there’s always another following.

Literally.

But here are a few of my favorite bird pictures from that walk. It all feels so long ago, but I hope they conjure up a beautiful day in the woods for all of you.

They do for me.

A bouncy nuthatch.

A curious titmouse.

A patient chickadee.

An ever observant bluejay.

Turkey colors.

That’s it for me for awhile. When things settle down some I’m sure I’ll be back. Meanwhile, spend some time outside, finding your own special places and post. I just might find time to stop in for a pick-me-up!


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Announcement

We interrupt our tour of magical Kensington to announce that spring has officially arrived here in Southeastern Michigan. OK, it’s 30 degrees out with a stiff wind and snow lightly falling.

But it’s spring. Trust me on this.

Wait. That’s the wrong image. One moment please…

…try now…

What? You don’t see anything? How about now?

Well yes, that IS a goldfinch who MIGHT have a yellow feather showing, but no, what about the big black blob? What do you see?

Maybe this is better?

Yes! It is indeed our very first red-winged blackbird scout of the season! Give that bird a gold medal, he’s arrived early and the weather is clearly not in his favor. In fact we had a hail storm only two days ago. I hope he managed to avoid it.

I saw him for the first time on Thursday (day before yesterday), but I was on the phone and not close to my camera. I got a very poor image of him with the phone. But I shared it extensively with my bird friends here. Almost all of them had seen one in their yards that day too!

Yesterday (Friday) he stopped by again. The images in this post are from Friday’s visit.

I had filled all six feeders for him in the hopes he’d eat something. It was a very windy day and he was very hesitant. He slowly worked his way out from the safety of the middle of the beech tree, watching all the other birds eating. Clearly he was interested.

And then he made his move.

I hope he’s here to stay. I haven’t even heard the distinctive red-winged blackbird call yet. But I hope he starts calling in all of his friends so we know he is more than a fluke!

And I’m glad we were able to give him some food and water if he’s headed further north. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if he stops by again.

Happy Spring everybody!

Edit: He’s here right now, eating at the flat feeder! So maybe he’s really going to stick around!


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It’s been a long time, Kensington

Last week I jumped at the chance to visit Kensington on one of our only blue sky days. It had been a long time, and I was hoping the birds were hungry even though I got out there a little later in the day than I like. But, instead of me telling you about it, let me just show you. You know it’s all about the birds….right?

A sandhill crane sunbathing and not wanting to be disturbed. So I didn’t get close. A long lens helps.

I found the red-headed woodpecker at his usual corner. Wonder if there’s going to be a nest in there this spring?

Meanwhile the little birds were definitely hungry. This is a titmouse. They are so cheeky.

A bluejay keeps a careful watch for any spillage.

I did spend a lot of time with my hand out hoping to entice the bluejay or the woodpeckers down for brunch.

The male downy woodpecker was interested…but uncertain.

The titmouse is never uncertain.

He got brave.

The squirrel enthusiastically enjoyed his treat.

A chickadee bops in between titmice.

And watching it all is a male red-belly woodpecker. Who really wants a snack but doesn’t want to get too close.

Though he works his way down from the tree to get a little closer, keeping his eye on me.

Meanwhile the little birds fly in and out, grabbing snacks on the go.

And right next to the path, last year’s young sandhill crane is poking around in the mud of a stream.

Under the watchful eye of mom and dad. They were both just a bit further up the stream. And they knew exactly where I was.

The red-belly supervises it all, including me, from his safe place.

Brunch continues with a titmouse grabbing a shelled peanut.

Would hunger make this guy brave?

Yes!

Coming in for a landing.

Pursuing the buffet.

He makes his selection…

…and he’s off!

Now there was a bit of a traffic jam. Notice the chickadee wing shadow on the downy woodpecker’s chest.

The woodpecker won, but the chickadee will be back, see him behind the woodpecker?

Taking his snack with him.

The red-belly is happy with his score.

But wait! Who is this? A FEMALE red-belly waits for a snack of her own.

The chickadee tells her off, he’s been displaced once too often already.

She waits patiently.

But it’s time for me to leave all this drama behind. I move on, leaving seed on the path for everyone to share.

Will I see any more birds on the rest of my walk. Well…of course…but they were birds of a different feather. They’ll show up in this blog soon I’m sure. They’re kind of pushy.


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All grown up

Mom says she posted one of my baby pictures yesterday. She says it was from my very first day home, when I was a tiny little thing. Yesterday was my gotcha day, I’ve lived here three whole years now!

I needed a nap once I came home, it was all so overwhelming.

I sure remember that first winter. There was so much snow! Of course I was a lot shorter than. My Auntie Beth and my folks made a snowman for me.

I thought snow was meant to be played in, not posed in. Sheesh.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to sit next to it. And I didn’t know about getting treats for posing yet. But eventually I sat…for an instant…so mom could get a picture.

What is this ‘sit’ of which you speak?

This year there’s a lot of snow too, and guess what? Mom made a snowman for me yesterday! She said we had to act fast, though, cause it was so warm the snowman’s nose and eyes kept falling out while I was posing!

Whatever, mom. The treats better be good, this snow is cold!

Now days I know all about the treat system so I had no problem sitting in the snow for a little while, knowing there was something good coming my way as soon as mom was done.

Last chance, mom, this snow=boy is a melting!

I’m a lot bigger now…but mom made this snowman bigger too. That’s ok, the sun has already shrunk that ole snowman down to size!

Talk later,

Your snow-queen, Penny.


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Gordie Howe Bridge

There’s a new bridge in town, almost completed, and completely beautiful. Begun in 2018, the Gordie Howe bridge is set to open early this year. And now there’s a stumbling block, brought up by an ever petulant President Trump.

He says the bridge can’t open until “Canada treats us with fairness and respect.”

A few facts:

The bridge’s groundbreaking in 2018 was during Trumps first term. If he had a problem with the plan or the process it would have been a good time to bring up whatever his grievances are back then.

And perhaps he’s forgotten that the Canadians paid for the bridge. Every bit of it, between 5 and 6 Canadian billion. And then they gave the US 50% ownership. How much more fairness and respect can we ask for?

The bridge construction has provided jobs to both US and Canadian workers. It will provide multiple lanes to move commerce between the two countries, saving US and Canadian truck drivers hours of delay currently experienced at the Ambassador and Bluewater bridges.

It seems to me that Trump is just mad because Michigan has a Democratic governor, and he’s forgotten the state as a whole voted for him in 2024. More than half of the voting Michiganders voted for him, and yet he has no respect for his base here.

Delaying the bridge opening will effect the anticipated increase in warehousing and logistic jobs in the Detroit and Windsor areas. That means it’s going to cost potential jobs. Jobs for some of the people that voted for him.

Trump is acting like a 6th grade bully.

images are from free stock.

There are plenty of other Trump atrocities I could write about. But this one is right here in my state, would delay or delete all the positive things that we anticipated from the opening of this bridge, and symbolizes how connections, years in the making, can be broken in a few short sentences.

My apologies to Canada.