Sweet Sounds, Tooth and Brothers

I went to a concert at 3-5 by the Bard Conservatory Orchestra.
They played Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet, Stravinsky's Firebird Suite, Martinu's Oboe Concerto and Gershwin's Catfish Row.
The beginning of Firebird literally gave me goosebumps.
The concert was fantastic, especially the first two pieces.
Andres was one of the people who helped with composition.
I'm not sure what that means, actually.
There was also a very minimal amount of snow falling as we left the concert. Not enough to think about sledding, but still, it has hit 0°'s.
(upside-down cranberry muffins from a couple days ago, guess who made them (thank you Margaret and Cat :))
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Thanksgiving was very short. I didn't see as much as I would have liked to of my family or my friends. I arrived at 8, ate, and then went to bed.
First day back I went on the roof (we are getting a new one, the old one was leaking), walked in the forest by my house. In the evening I went to Eloosha's for the beginning of the annual Thanksgiving craziness. Went to bed around 3:30 am, but I fell asleep earlier.
Last year I stayed up until 8:30 am.
Making breakfast in the morning is fun. Eloosha fried queso blanco and toasted massive amounts of bagels.
We went to the Harvard Museum of Natural History. I had seen the taxidermy before, but had never looked at the glass flower exhibit. The entire museum was packed.
Dried bats are strange. There was one fruit bat with little tubes coming out of its nose. It was smiling. Mouth full of teeth. There were quite a few different kinds, and they made me think of strange faeries. Transparent wings and tiny furry faces, crucified but still staring intently, hung by the sloths and ant-eaters, frozen above the hedgehogs. Not scary, just strange.
Some of us walked around Harvard later. Went to Cafe Pamplona, drank strange latte's and talked about literature that is released postmortem, admired the pink streaked sky, enjoyed each others company.
At night we celebrated Yulka's dad's birthday, serenading him with parodies of songs we have heard a million times.
Bed: 4:30am.
We played volleyball/football (em..soccer) from noon until it started to get a little darker, and Sasha made a black and white silent film of people going down a hill in sleeping bags, moving like worms down the slope, inching over each other and struggling to move without limbs. 'Twas funny :)

It was strange to be back. I forgot that Eloosha has the ability to judge my mood/tiredness level based on how speed/elaborateness of my speech.
But being back was also not as... glory-filled as I imagined. I kept having thoughts of aging, imagining all of us middle-aged. And I felt that I was missing something, probably time. I want to see everybody again in a proper time span.

I got a letter from Osya a couple days ago, which made my day :)
It had a lot of little drawings (one doodle from Sima), a paper airplane, and an origami cup, which contained little bits of paper with descriptor words on it, like "awesome" and "artist".
can you see why I miss them?