Friday Favorites

Happy Friday, Everyone!  After a few concert-filled weekends all in a row, I am looking forward to a quiet and low-key one this week.  We’ll go over to the Yacht Club tonight for a glass of wine, and on Saturday and Sunday, while Paul is off puttering with the boat and cheering on his students at a school science competition, and I will be curling up with this amazing book, catching up on a few little house projects, and having brunch with my friend Alison.  Here are a few things that have caught my attention this week.

Enjoy!

Basically everything you need to know about Saturday’s March for Our Lives Rally

These might be the perfect Concert Heels  Not TOO high, and the strap makes them more secure for walking on and off stage.

Yes.  This.

I’m heading to Charleston in a couple of weeks, and I am so looking forward to goinhere,  here, and here.….and maybe here, too 😉

Dreaming of summer (yes, even in Bermuda, we dream of summer).

Easter is right around the corner.  Time to stock upand don’t forget these! but would you try these?

I’m putting together my April reading list, and thinking about this book.  Have any of you read it?

These are on my must-have list.  I’m tired of having to take my shoes off at the airport.

Yesterday was World Down Syndrome Awareness Day, and this video warmed my heart and made me do that weird laughing-smiling-can’t-stop-crying-at-the-beauty-of-it thing.

In Bermuda, everyone heads over to Horseshoe Bay Beach on Good Friday and flies kites.  Seriously.  Kites Everywhere!  I think that this year, we should all fly these to show our support for equality, human rights, and gay marriage.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

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Kate

My Week in Florida

Hi Everyone,

Sorry I have been a bit MIA as of late.  February was insane, and then March got even crazier.  I’ve missed writing, but then you know how it goes….the longer you wait, the harder it is to get going again.  I realized that I hadn’t even posted about last month’s trip to Florida, so that’s where I’ll start.

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I had planned this week of concerts around South Florida to coincide with Paul’s February School Holidays, so he was able to join me for for the trip.  I had been in Boston for some recording sessions and a concert the week before, so we met up in Miami for a little sight-seeing and relaxation, and then moved our way up and down between Ft. Lauderdale and Palm Beach.  I had a mix of public and private recitals, school workshops and master classes scheduled for the latter half of the week.  Over our 8 days there, we caught up with dear friends, met some new ones, and I got to perform my solo program for a whole bunch of people. We explored the Wynwood area in Miami, checked out the Museum of Science, and went to the New World Symphony Gala.  We walked the Riverwalk in Ft. Lauderdale and hit up the shopping strip in Palm Beach, spent time with my uncle and time at the beach. It was lovely.

But we were also there on Valentine’s Day, and what should have been (especially during marriage month!) our über romantic get-away, ended up being a horrible, horrible, awful, mind-numbing day when 17 innocent kids were gunned down at their own high school a couple of miles from where we were at the time.  Needless to say, it lent a bit of a grayish tint on my memories of the week.  Everyone was distracted.  I showed up to play my concert the following day and they had completely forgotten about me.  I do strongly believe that music heals the soul, but in truth, no one was really in the mood for a concert, least of all me.  The concerts all happened (except one, but that’s a whole different story….!) but we were all walking around in a bit of a daze–at times pretending that everything was fine, and at other times, depressed and uninterested in doing anything at all.

It was, however, good to be in some warmer weather, and as I mentioned, we got to spend time with relatives and dear old friends – some of whom I had not seen in over a decade.  We ate delicious meals and went on romantic walks. I got to see Paul get excited over geeky things at the science museum and he got to catch a glimpse into my former life in Miami Beach.

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So, there you have it.  It was a strange and bizarre trip, and while it wasn’t the luxurious get-away I was hoping for, I am so grateful that Paul was there with me.  I’m not sure I could have done it without him.  Logistically and emotionally, I needed him there.  He drove me to concerts so that I wouldn’t arrive exhausted, he chatted up audience members and convinced them to buy cds, and he let me snap at him (sorry!) when I didn’t really know how to answer his questions that were generally along the lines of “what the hell is wrong with your country?” and “Why can’t you guys solve your gun problem the way the rest of the world has?”

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It was in Miami, actually, many moons ago, when Gary Hoffman gave me some advice that I have never forgotten.  When I asked him what it was like to travel around the world as a concert cellist, he looked at me, and said “Well, you just have to accept that 85% of the time you’re going to feel like shit.  You’re going to be jet-lagged, or have a headache, or have caught a cold on the airplane, or some weird thing is going to be going on in your life or around you, but you have to learn how to just show up and do it anyway.”  That week in Florida definitely tested me in a lot of ways, but overall, I think will come away with fond memories of the people I met and got to play for, the talented and enthusiastic students I worked with, of renewed friendships and tender moments. And on Saturday, I will be thinking of all of those people marching in the States, I’ll be going for a long walk around the island in solidarity.

-Kate