I hope my readers had a good weekend. I had a very musical
one, although it started with a more writing-oriented event. Thursday evening I
was going to read more of my short stories, but the binder they were in had
vanished. Our condo is not very big, and Travalon and I tore it apart, but we
couldn’t find it anywhere. I began to cry, probably due to PMS, but then I
decided to haul my ancient computer out of the garage… or, to be more precise,
have Travalon do it for me, because it was too heavy for me to carry it. I set
it up and found all my writing was still there, just waiting to be printed out
again, so then I went to bed happy. Travalon soon joined me, and as he got into
bed, he held up a purple binder: “What’s this?” My short stories! How had I not
seen them?? I had even looked under the bed covers but somehow hadn’t seen it
sitting on the top of them…? It was like I wasn’t allowed to see them until I had
gotten my old computer ready for action again. So it seems like Someone is
telling me to write again, but I’m not sure what to write. Waiting for further
guidance…
Friday Travalon and I had our taxes done, then we went
downtown and tried rolled ice cream for the first time. The macha ice cream
with honey drizzle is really good. In the evening I got together with Jilly
Moose and OK Cap to pray the rosary, then I had the great (?) idea to walk from
Jilly Moose’s house to Gates and Brovi. It isn’t even a mile, but the night was
cold, and then we had to wait quite a while for a table. However, the food was
really good. I had whitefish and then a cup of clam chowder for “dessert.”
Saturday my band had our annual gig at the MacKenzie Nature
Center for their pancake breakfast. Travalon came with me and had a good time
hanging out with another bandmate’s husband. Most of the band wanted to take a
break about 10:15, but our leader said no, 10:30. Just then the table right in
front of us had some kind of joint failure and fell over, so all the people’s
food fell all over. In the ensuing chaos I seized the chance to powder my nose,
and even our leader realized at that point that nobody was going to be
listening to us, so it was a perfect time for our break and free pancake
breakfast. When I got back to town, I joined Tiffy downtown and we tried
another flavor of rolled ice cream, pistachio Oreo. We joined some Slow Food
people for dinner at the Nile restaurant, then we went to a Baroque concert at
First Unitarian. It was a tragic opera by Purcell about Aeneas and Dido and the
humorous “Coffee Cantata” by Bach, which made us think how little things have
changed. In general I find it silly when they add “modern” touches to
performances, but in this case it really highlighted how young adult daughters
have always thought they know better than their dads.
Yesterday after Mass, Travalon, Tiffy, Rich, another bass
from the choir, and I went to the Lakeside Café for brunch, then Tiffy headed
home while Travalon and I took another great hike behind Madison Country Day
School. There are so many trails back there that we still haven’t explored them
all! In the afternoon there was a big ukulele jam sponsored by the Madison Area
Ukulele Initiative (MAUI), and there must have been nearly one hundred of us
there! There was even someone there with a pokelele, which, as the name
implies, is shaped so that it could poke your eye out. Glad I wasn’t sitting
next to it! Pete the Sailor Man joined Travalon and me for some dinner at the
Union, and then Cali and OK Cap joined us for a really fun concert by the
Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain. We all loved it. And today I have no ill
effects from playing mandolin for almost three hours on Saturday and ukulele
for two hours on Sunday.
Famous Hat
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