Sunday, September 29
there's a lot for me to write about; the last two days with my mom, two exquisite dinners, some ibarra jazz, the party and all it entailed (suffice for now to say it was a smash; thanks so much to those who made it, and my condolences to those who didn't. as hannah said, i was having far too good a time.) and the weather i suppose. there's the other bit of pertinent news, but i think i'll hold off on that for now as well. although you probably figured it out anyway.
i'm listening to, i think, the original "peppy piano music," as referenced in my current sidebar description; Bill Evan's Conversations with Myself. and one speaker is cutting in and out annoyingly. I'd better to bed, so I can get up and spend some more time with mama in the morning. thanks again.
you haven't betrayed your ideals
your ideals betrayed you
what are you gonna do?