This weekend
I'm not much for prognostication, just a way to lose bets as far as I'm concerned, but I will tell you what i hope will happen this weekend.
Friday is a dilemma; The Salon is Friday, but so is M's retirement party.
The party will involve strong drink, up to which I am not very much.
The next salon won't be for another two months, but it is very unlikely that there will ever be another retirement party.
No real decision.
I didn't get a retirement party, being as how I was the only employee and the only management and the only stockholder.
Saturday is the Bach unaccompanied cello performance by the Seattle Violincello Society
Saturday 10 am to whenever it's over.
Phinney Ridge Lutheran Church
7500 Greenwood ave N.
A whole bucketful of 'cello masters will be bowing and scraping their obeisance to the curly wigged genius.
I plan to be there.
Tuesday, I've promised someone we're all familiar with a walk in the woods.
I am hoping to follow that up with a visit to the Good Shepard Chapel to listen to
Elizabeth Falconer play her koto along with John Falconer playing his end blown japanese flute which I don't want to go to the trouble to look up the proper spelling of.
Wait a minnit! Sacahuci, sacahuake, phooey all the spell checker will give me is Sacajawea and earthquake.
You know what I'm talkin' about.
O all right I'll go find it. Hang on a mo'............shakuhachi...that's it
Ha! spell check offers mustachio, what a hoot.
Elizabeth Falconer complemented my music at an early salon.
The one where, Jeremy Reinhard, Stuart Zobel and Meighan Pritchard played my "Quasimodo's Dream Waltz" (piano, bass, and flute).
Elizabeth said she liked it.
Meighan said "Thank you for letting me play your music"
That Meighan.
None of the three charged me anything so I gave each one of them an instrument I made
Lemmesee, Stuart got a four string guitar
(he called it a quatro, he's from Venezuela )
Jeremy got a lyre (made by the grossdicke lyre company, a subsidiary of my fernhead fiddle company)
Meighan got a rebec which for some time she kept on her desk at work.
I think she might have had a desire to bash it over my head.
Which, in a way, I guess she did.
Wonder where it is now?
Oh, sweet mystery of life, where are you?
Over at Soho the dog?
Friday is a dilemma; The Salon is Friday, but so is M's retirement party.
The party will involve strong drink, up to which I am not very much.
The next salon won't be for another two months, but it is very unlikely that there will ever be another retirement party.
No real decision.
I didn't get a retirement party, being as how I was the only employee and the only management and the only stockholder.
Saturday is the Bach unaccompanied cello performance by the Seattle Violincello Society
Saturday 10 am to whenever it's over.
Phinney Ridge Lutheran Church
7500 Greenwood ave N.
A whole bucketful of 'cello masters will be bowing and scraping their obeisance to the curly wigged genius.
I plan to be there.
Tuesday, I've promised someone we're all familiar with a walk in the woods.
I am hoping to follow that up with a visit to the Good Shepard Chapel to listen to
Elizabeth Falconer play her koto along with John Falconer playing his end blown japanese flute which I don't want to go to the trouble to look up the proper spelling of.
Wait a minnit! Sacahuci, sacahuake, phooey all the spell checker will give me is Sacajawea and earthquake.
You know what I'm talkin' about.
O all right I'll go find it. Hang on a mo'............shakuhachi...that's it
Ha! spell check offers mustachio, what a hoot.
Elizabeth Falconer complemented my music at an early salon.
The one where, Jeremy Reinhard, Stuart Zobel and Meighan Pritchard played my "Quasimodo's Dream Waltz" (piano, bass, and flute).
Elizabeth said she liked it.
Meighan said "Thank you for letting me play your music"
That Meighan.
None of the three charged me anything so I gave each one of them an instrument I made
Lemmesee, Stuart got a four string guitar
(he called it a quatro, he's from Venezuela )
Jeremy got a lyre (made by the grossdicke lyre company, a subsidiary of my fernhead fiddle company)
Meighan got a rebec which for some time she kept on her desk at work.
I think she might have had a desire to bash it over my head.
Which, in a way, I guess she did.
Wonder where it is now?
Oh, sweet mystery of life, where are you?
Over at Soho the dog?
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posted by Lane Savant at 11:35 AM
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