Dreamed of living on a hilltop with few trees; the young people on the TV show The O.C. (which I've never watched) coming together for a party, which soon got out of hand.
Sang with the chorus at the wedding after all. Father drove me up to the place, a United church in Markham. We sang Gounod's "Ave Maria," Mozart's "Ave Verum Corpus," Vivaldi's "Gloria" and Handel's "Hallelujah Chorus." It only took about half an hour, which seems pretty short for such a life-altering event. [I noticed the organist playing the Roy Rogers song "Let There Be Peace on Earth," which we had on a record when I was little.]
Moira returned from Kingston.
Dinner was pork chops.
Saw a months-old tape of a PBS documentary about Charles Dickens, based on Peter Ackroyd's biography. Some famous British actors had cameos.
The first chapter of the third volume of A Cartoon History of the Universe was about the Arab Empire.
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