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December 27, 2014
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Spring cleaning: it’s the little things...

All of the students went wild when their music directors took the stage for an unannounced performance to conclude the A Capella Festival program. Pictured from left to right are Scott Glasser, Eric Rubinstein, Rachel Kleinman, Nicole Semerano and Justin Glodich.


This was not a competition, but a celebration of vocal prowess (without accompaniment) and these kids hooted, hollered and leapt to their feet for each other, so often and without abandon, that (yep) it literally brought a tear to my eye to observe how they all support each other, which was clearly more important than individual accomplishment. Little things.

I left the concert uplifted, and shrieked as a spider descended from the inside of the truck onto my lap, as I avoided swerving across Main St., making a mental note to clean out the pickup when I got home. Having made no reservations, I found there wasn’t a seat left for me to attend the Chamber Music event at St. Andrews Church in South Fallsburg. Cursing my lack of forethought, while rejoicing in the knowledge that there were so many who had made reservations, I swore that I would do so the next time around and altered my ever-changing plans.

I returned to the cleanup around the house and discovered that my “Red Dragon” weeping dwarf Japanese Maple (that’s a mouthful!) had not died, but was budding with new growth and it (loathe to admit) brought a tiny tear to my eye. Simple things. As I perused the property, I found tulips coming up, the forsythia in bloom, lilies of the valley about to trumpet, while Dharma (the wonder dog) unearthed her very own clam shell (from a barbeque gone by?) that sent her into spasms of utter doggy delirium.

She claimed it, cleaned it and promptly hid it, to be discovered with renewed joy, time and time again, which made my heart swell. Little things. All told, I had approached the weekend with reservations, but as it turned out, not having them taught me untold lessons about life, simple pleasures and the pursuit of happiness that a spring cleaning can inspire. I am moving forward again, body, mind and spirit. Invigorated with new growth, I once again look forward to all that life in the Catskills has to offer.