T-shirt slogan by Kanye West
Beth Blackerby, that is, as I try to recall (and learn new) details about playing the violin. Violin Lab was where I started eleven years ago. So while I’ve been away from playing for four years, it feels like home.
Hot trumpets and tinkling piano keys in Harlem Air Shaft suits my mood today. Maybe I’ll get more dreams.
Mr. Boy was home for the weekend to attend the Austin City Limits music festival at Zilker Park. He estimated that 100,000 others were there with him, shoulder to shoulder, some masked many not. He’s been vaxed with the Pfizer twice, so he wasn’t worried, but whether he should have been remains to be seen.
Our thanks to the resident here at the canyon who, around midnight last night, amid the usual bottle rockets and roman candles, played Auld Lang Syne on a trumpet. He (or she?) also plays taps on Memorial Day. Sweet notes drifting through the trees. A healthy year to all!
Feels like a gift from Mrs. Charm. Although I found it on another blog, it just feels like a gift. I’ve read of such roundabout messages. Nice to experience one. Thanks, my love.
UPDATE: Timely, too, as our 28th wedding anniversary is the 11th.