Remembrance Day

We had hoped to go to the National Memorial Service today.

I am good with walking for a couple of hours, but not with standing still for a long while, so instead of going downtown, I headed out with Rhiannon who goes to orchestra practise each Saturday morning.

Mary says this is mostly the students of one teacher.

They practise in the same building that 2 other youth orchestra’s use. When it was time for the 11 am minute of silence, all of the orchestras gathered in the same room. One young man played Taps to honour the men and women who have fallen in battle. He was dressed in a tux and stood on the corner of the stage with his horn. The rest of the youth orchestra were there on a stage which was filled with young musicians who were in the middle of practising Holst’s The Planets. There were instruments, music stands, stools and the bodies of all of those kids crowding each other. We who sat in the auditorium with them enjoyed the silence with them and then the lone trumpet played Taps again.

Touching.

Trell came for the afternoon.

In the evening Mary finished up the last of the October pumpkin that we had roasted, making chocolate chip pumpkin cookies which had hints of cinnamon and cloves.

I don’t know what the right number of cookies is to eat, coming out of the oven hot like that. 

Somewhere more than three and less than six, I think.

Arta