Incriminating the Neighbors

A good friend of mine, who happens to live across the street, is coming along to see Grapes of Wrath!!!! Yippee!!!

I know I mentioned that I got Very Good Seats, but I didn't mention exactly where. No, not Row A. or Row B. Or Row C either. Certainly not as far back as Row E, where the ticket prices increase dramatically. Not on the right side, not on the left, not on the aisle. Ok obviously I've been spending a little too much time with Alex and not enough time with other adults. But now you know where we're sitting, so if you go, look for us there.

So while the plan at the moment remains to go, watch, and leave, my friend may have other ideas or intentions, seeing as this will be her very first time seeing Mr. Gunn and, well, she's gotten an earful from me in great detail about all the various events I've attended. (grammar question: all the various? pondering that...)

Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahem. Sorry.

Ok. Off I go. It's "Back To School" night, which means I get to pretend I'm in kindergarten and jam myself into a little chair to color a picture. Or something.

Back to Business

Ok, enough nonsense about scratchy and sniffy. Well, at least until the next absurd event comes along that I can somehow twist into being related to opera.

I had been working and working on Vedrai Carino, and then when I started in with the French songs I stopped. Yesterday I realized it had been a while, so I figured I'd quietly give it a sing. Now, mind you, this was very informal, considering I was at the park with Alex. Luckily we were alone there because we were the only ones silly enough to go to the park in frigid weather. So I didn't sing out, but I just gave it a whirl, and wouldn't you know, all those little bits and baubles that I was having trouble with before, they just came out. There is something to be said for letting the music just simmer on its own in the back of the mind. Then, of course, I started thinking about those same bits and baubles, and of course... there went some of the legato. But how can you tell yourself to NOT think about something? Isn't that the surest way to make it fill your brain to the exclusion of everything else? I tried reminding myself to caress the notes, which sort of helped, but... maybe I need to bury it for a few more weeks.

So maybe I'm getting the feel of when to practice something, when to leave it and when to come back to it. It's all part of that three-dimensional thing I wrote about before. Hmm. Here's a question. Does the addition of time to the mix make it four-dimensional?

(see, I don't think only about the People on the People list. I also think about physics and mathematics.)