Constance Ore is a retired Teacher, Choir Director, and Organist. And a formidable cook.

March 10, 2006

Filed under: — Constance at 1:43 pm on Friday, March 10, 2006

When Charles asked me yesterday if I would consider teaching him how to do basic cooking as well as make some of the foods that are family favorites, I immediately become “verklempt” (Heidi’s word for “all choked up”.) Very shortly thereafter, the idea struck me as a wonderful one, and I enthusiastically said, “We’ll start with homemade pizza!” Charles said, “I gave you organ lessons, and that worked out well, but we didn’t start with Bach’s big fugues, either. . . how about starting with learning how to fry an egg, and going on from there?” So hopefully, a new cookbook for a non-cooking gifted musician will begin to evolve.

The red blood cells got their weekly “fix” of Aranesp yesterday, and today is a good day with energy. Spring at Sanctuary beckons and the bird songs have become clamorous. The maples and willows have buds, the ends of the wild plum branches have turned purplish in color and green is becoming the predominant color out in front of the house. I took Alphie and the neighbor’s chocolate lab for a run across the meadow and through the forest. . . their exuberance in playing, “Catch me, catch me!” is so grand. . . ah, energy! I have preceded this spring day with a lifetime of never thinking a moment about red blood cells gathering up oxygen and delivering it to muscles to keep the human machine moving along at a good pace and when I recall the psalmist’s words. . . “because I am fearfully and wondrously made” I can’t help but consider how tremendously complex is my being. It is wondrous and fearful indeed.

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Comment by Heidi Ore

March 11, 2006 @ 8:23 am

Mom

The cooking lessons are such a great and empowering thing – I will try to get on your schedule for lessons on french ala julia bread – as I have said – I am a hack and I would like to know the real way to proceed – For those keeping track that would be at a Bach fugue level – though – come to think of it – I feel weak in the egg department

The Robins were singing this am and everyone I know is plotting their garden – thinking of manure and seedlings – so the tremendous quiet strength of spring comes –

The miracles of beings and their own quiet and dignified strength never ceases to inspire (this means you!)

H

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