just got back from the first run-through of fiddler. eek. it went ok. it'll be good come performance, but right now? it's almost funny.

yesterday i went with mom and dawn to grants pass... going over the mountains it snowed a little. there was already quite a bit of snow on the trees. there is nothing so serenely, coolly, expectantly beautiful as evergreen trees under snow. it was gorgeous. made me happy. and i found a dave brubeck cd (for those who don't know, he's a jazz pianist), and it's amazing. it's got a couple songs i've played before (take five, and blue rondo a la turk), and it's neat to hear the originals. yay for good jazz!

something i wrote about the snowy trees and mountains:
it's like the baker in the sky shook sifted sugar over everything.
the ground is dusted with it, the trees are gilded with it.
the tops and tips of the branches glow with their white sugar-frosting.
i wanted to eat the trees - they looked so good. and there were waterfalls, which i adore... this place is beautiful. it really is.