NCC Fundraiser

I joined the Newton Community Chorus is September, 2003. NCC is run as a non-profit, and we incur a lot of expenses. We pay dues, which covers the cost of our own music (surprisingly expensive, for those who have never purchased published scores of masterworks before). We pay our conductor and accompanist a fair wage for the weekly rehearsals, all their preparatory work and concerts. We also hire an orchestra for our concerts and provide their sheet music (depending on what we sing, the size of the orchestra varies). We print programs. We are lucky enough to be given free rehearsal space in a local parochial school, due to a friendship between the principal and our director, but we give back to the school in the form a donation to help a scholarship choral student go on their annual European concert tour.

I believe we pay a fee for our concert performance space, which we use for two nights; for our dress rehearsal and concert evening. We need to set up our risers, place all the chairs and music stands for the orchestra, string all the wires for the recording (we do record our concerts and pay for the person who does that. For those of us who help underwrite all of this, the CD is free). Then, of course, we need to break it all down after the concert. Lately, as the age of a typical chorus member increases, we got smart and hired some young, able-bodied people to do the set-up and break-down, but that also added to our costs. These expenses go well beyond what our dues can cover, so we must fund raise.

When I first joined the chorus, we held a large yard sale, organized by a key volunteer group, headed up by the husband and wife seen in my Featured photo. He owned an upholstery business in Newton, so had storage space and a large truck, could store items and transport them on the day of the sale. One of my closest chorus friends was a senior administrator in the Newton Public School District and arranged for us to hold the sale on a Saturday in late October in the parking lot of Newton North High School, which looked out on a major street, so had lots of through traffic, as well as parking.

We spent weeks collecting items for the sale (we tried to make sure it wasn’t filled with junk), put up fliers around town to advertise, put ads in the local paper and tried to spread the news by word of mouth. This was before social media was part of our lives. We all signed up to work shifts throughout a long day and prayed for good weather.

Jim and a few other chorus members truly worked their butts off. I have never been big on yard sales. I haven’t purchased anything ever, or gone to any others, but I combed through my belongings and tried to find some appropriate items to donate and, of course, worked a long shift at each of these to help out.

There would always be the real shoppers who would turn out early, looking for the real treasures. Friends and former choral students of our conductor (who spent his career in the Newton school system, though is now retired) would drop by throughout the day. If the weather was fine, we’d get good turnout. If it was cold or wet, we would’t.

Then we’d have to break the whole thing down and Jim and his truck had to take all the left-over items to some charity and give everything away. It was a huge endeavor every year. We were lucky if we made a few thousand dollars. This lasted for the first few years I was with the chorus. One year we had rain all day and few showed up. That was it. After all our efforts, Jim had to haul everything away, we made little money and had to fundraise in other ways.

Through the years, we have found other means to raise money and the yard sale disappeared from our calendar so long ago that I didn’t yet have a smart phone to record photos of the event. Even Jim and Annie left the chorus years ago. He was an outstanding president and great member of the tenor section. She was an attentive alto, but after the birth of their first grandchild, they filled their free time time with other pursuits, including a lot of babysitting. I miss them, but not the yard sales.

 

 

COVID-19, Island Style

Waikiki Beach

Living in Hawaii has provided us with the unique opportunity to control the spread of COVID-19 by limiting the number of people coming into the state – and for a while it was working. Folks were largely staying home, and they behaved safely on the occasions that they went out for groceries or necessary errands. Airport arrivals were extremely low, and consisted mostly of returning residents. For a while, tourist arrivals could be counted on one hand. We also had (and still have) a 14 day quarantine for anyone coming to the islands. The number of positive test results was the lowest in the country for a while.

Fast-forward to July (2020), and that’s no longer the case. Arriving tourists are now in the 500 per day range. They skirt the quarantine by booking illegal B&B’s – only hotels are allowed to operate right now. They go out to restaurants, shops and beaches with no regard for safety. It’s also common to see large groups of locals congregating at beaches, parks and homes – not a mask in sight. Yes, these might be family units, but they don’t live in one household.

People are burnt-out. Being the social creatures we are, I can understand that it is difficult to stay home. It’s no fun to wear a mask when you’re out. Especially for young people, it’s very hard not to touch each other in social settings. With no end in sight, people are falling back to more comfortable, but unwise behaviors. It’s interesting that we’re expecting a hurricane to pass through today and tomorrow. Normally there’s mass panic a few days ahead of a hurricane. It’s been very low-key this week. My opinion is that this is a known emergency. You can see the track of the hurricane. You’ve prepared for many such instances. This is “safe” and easy compared to COVID-19. Also, there was so much hoarding at the start of COVID-19, that most people are already pretty well stocked up. Yes, there was Spam, TP and bottled water at Costco:-)

Last night 60 new cases were reported. While it would be convenient to blame the tourists, the bulk of our cases come from community spread originating with locals. It’s been one thing after another: Memorial Day, graduations, rallies, Father’s Day, 4th of July, summer youth parties, etc. While 60 cases may not sound like much to mainland folks dealing with tens of thousands a day in some states, it’s a big deal here. And, just like nearly everywhere else in the U.S., it doesn’t seem to be causing anyone to change their behavior.

I’d like to say that things will change in the fall, but with schools re-opening, there’s yet another situation that will spark more spread. While teachers may have a shot at safety while students are in the classroom, as soon as they get out in the halls I think the students will fall back to old routines. I hope I’m wrong.

The aloha spirit does live on, and we’ll welcome everyone back when the time is right. For now, I encourage visitors to stay away from Hawaii and take care of your families. Mahalo.

 

2020 in 3 acts

 

                               1

Somehow I landed pet sitting/housesitting gig

On my river

Sweetest of elder dogs

A month of easy income

And re-focus on my own

Life essence in the body

Then the world shook

With tremors at first

Then waves of fear

Terror turning toward

Both the best and worst

In us as humans

In a model of civilization

That insists on 

Too much

While ignoring

The only things that

Truly matter

The month turned to 3,

And as people struggle 

To survive

I was

Binge watching on various

Streaming bandwidths 

Of human imagination

Story telling

And avoiding the pain

I feel in the world

 

Now the woman is not

Returning

She is staying on in

Costa Rica

With her daughter

And letting all this go

Sort of

Mostly

I will stay with her adored

Dog until the 

Visiting Vet comes to 

Put her down

I know she is ill and 

Waits for her mama

It brings up all my 

Past griefs

From leaving my river before

To holding various critters

While we ease their 

Transition

To witnessing enough

Last breaths in

The end of the human

Struggle for incarnation

To know it won’t be 

A hard death

I still spent 3 days 

Aching and trying to stifle

The ache

The knot in my chest 

Would constrict

All the way up to my throat

And I would sigh deep

Breaths

And try to distract myself 

With no where to go

And only masked faces

And virtual connection

To be had

Each of those 3 long days

The ravens I give 

Peanuts to

Left me a perfect

Black feather

And this strange comfort 

In a strange time

Helped me turn back

To allow my grief

Its voice

To honor the heart

Of love that

Gave rise to such

Sorrow

To sense into

The tumult of 

Uncertainty

Tonight, 

A cricket got 

Stuck in the house

As I have felt

And he sang away

In a soothing

Natural way

A pulse of 

Understanding that 

It is where I am

With what is happening 

More keenly awake

Even as the future

Has grown quite foggy

2

And now the underpinnings

Of our spinning culture

Have come undone under

The knee of a bad cop

The death of ignorance

As cell phones capture

What we have denied for so

Long-

The slavery upon which our

Country was founded continues

To rape and pillage the

Lives of black people

Onto the streets, finally finally

More and more across

The globe we feel 

Ready to stop the greed

And fear that only functions

With a very few 

Tightening their grip

On the power they

Think they and only

They, are entitled to, 

Never reflecting past

The gut of seething

Anger

Misplaced on the vulnerable

In hope that the knowledge 

Of death 

And the insistence of 

Padding our pathways 

With comfort and indulgence

While others starve

And suffer

No, the contagion continues

And now we know its ugly

Name

And now we ask the racists

To try to squelch the fear

They use to block their 

Hearts

And if nothing else

Push back against

Those who use hate 

As the blunt instrument

To guard their shaky

Foundations of hierarchal

Blocks

Feeding their illusions

Of certainty and security,

Which have long

Been denied to others. 

So instead of the trip

To the south of France

That was to celebrate 

My 60th year, 

We did a 3 day

Stay-cay

First day was spa day

With sticky home 

Concoctions of 

Oatmeal, honey,

Yogurt, cinnamons

And coconut oil

And a clay wrap

That reminded me how 

My body now always 

Craves moisture

2nd day was a magic

Mushroom trip to 

Find my consciousness again

And seek the answers within

By shifting perceptions

And the soft sweet journey

Finds me facing god/goddess

Consciousness, 

Which asks me:

“Do you trust me?”

Yes

No

sometimes

Yes

Not all the way

Occasionally 

Yes

Yes 

Yes

Day 3 is creativity day

Open and inviting

Write?

Organize my jewelry box

Write?

Go through my email

Facebook

Twitter

Write?

I am here

Now 

3

Now all of our

Pretense toward normal

Has exposed our

Misunderstandings, 

Raw wounds,

And unnamed avoidances

My daughter invites me

To get tested to feel

Clear, clean and able to help

With the fall of home schooling

The grands I have only 

Hugged through the facetime

Screens 

For months and months,

Family zoom

Wedding zoom

Baby shower zoom

Birthday zoom

And we are joyous

At feeling what we miss

Yet without presence

In the person 

It keeps slipping away

Like all grief I observe 

My own responses on 

Any given day, and 

The responses of such 

A huge variety to this 

Sense of having the world

Moving under our feet

At times I can only

Keep my own breath going

The mad king gets

More desperate as the arrogant

Lick-spittles around him

Cling to his facade of strength

Without much care to the suffering

That builds as the economy crumbles

The hungry have nothing to lose

And the shame I feel at our country’s

Flailing failures

Small successes

And,

Right here

In front 

Of me-

Proof of the corruption

Of the world

 

And yet

YET

Unending love

Quietly waiting-

our only true gift 

We can offer 

Each

Other.