Bob has been in Goleta since Friday. I've been staying occupied practicing for the recital Joel Clifft and I are doing at APU. Meanwhile, I wanted to lend my support to friend and colleague John Van Houten at his recital close to home at Cal State Long Beach. Tuba seems to be the opposite of flute in all respects. It's extremely refreshing to hear it's robust, thunderous sound. What a great way to spend a Sunday evening while I wait for my beloved to return to me. Way to play, John!
I'm in Carlsbad watching flute technician Jay Sleigh lay hands on my instrument in preparation for the recital a week from Monday. He is a patient artist, extremely gentle with my beloved flute. It was worth driving 83 miles in the pouring rain to get here. I know it will play all the better for his expert touch. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Although my dear husband Bob is pretty far under the weather, he is still working out of town this weekend until Sunday evening. When I left for my rehearsal this afternoon a few hours before his departure, he was slumped in his comfy chair looking miserable. Despite his pitiable physical state, when I returned our empty home I was greeted by a really funny and romantic note that he had taken the time to write. What a guy!
When I went into the bedroom some time later, I was touched to see Bob the Bear surrounded by rose petals. Gentlemen, this is the way to express true love to your wife. Thanks, honey!
Bob and I haven't seen much of each other lately. We've had opposite days off for the last month. Despite the fact that Bob is exhausted from punishingly long days at work and very concerned about his still-hospitalized mother, the dear man insisted that we take advantage of our Annual Passes and head to Disneyland for dinner and the new fireworks show.
We are enjoying the MUCH cooler weather, and are contentedly digesting our delicious meal. Not sure where we'll wander to next. I'm just grateful that whatever we choose to do, we'll be doing it together. Bob is a true prince.
My brain has developed a case of Short Attention Span Theater.
I find myself surfing from book to book to book to, well, book. In my defense, sometimes manly Jack Reacher is in a bit TOO much of a bind. If things get unbearably tense, I flip over to see how wry, witty spots agent Myron Bolitar is doing. This book is much darker than usual, though. Hmmmm. What is pet sitter Dixie Hemingway up to? Oh. Ludicrous plot premise. Maybe new friend Lewis Gillies has something entertaining to say. It's like a green version of facebook - checking on friends' statuses (statusi?) without using a bit of electricity is good for the environment. Really. Best part? These are LIBRARY books. See? I'm recycling AND saving money. Have I justified my short attention span yet? No? How about * WAIT*! Jack Reacher's in a bind... Gotta go! Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Trying out posting with Posterous because blog hero beFrank uses it. Not sure what I would do if he told me to jump off a bridge...
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