8/5/2009
the phrase "and my baby my" was not supposed to go in the post, but I can't delete the damn thing. Respectfully yours, Imelda
8/5/2009
Dear friends and compatriots of the blogosphere, long have I neglected my writerly duties. I beat my breast, figuratively speaking. Self-flagellation having been thus virtually disposed of . . . okay, here's "whassap", as we used to spell it in high school!!! Pull up a chair.
I feel a sense of calm exultation . . .
4/6/2009
. . . this evening as I reflect that my filing cabinet, the source of all my latent joys, is filed. I adore my filing cabinet and, when single, bought a filing cabinet before I bought a bed. The fact that I rarely used it troubled me not at all; I just liked to know that it was there, looking serene and official amidst the mounds of papers strewn about.
March Comes In Like a Lion and Goes Out Like a Little Black Raincloud . . .
3/30/2009
How long I have been absent from the blogosphere. I hope that Western Civilization has survived the deprivation and is hanging on for just a little bit longer. Heh!
Performance Alert! Freude Freude!
11/5/2008
Kind hearts and gentles all, Oh, the tide of great music that passes over my head like a wave, threatening to drown me!! The glorious helplessness of it all! I'm mid-season, which means booked solid, running ragged, exhausted, triumphant, and having the time of my life. All within the space of several minutes. Bring on the scores, the rehearsal schedules, the soothing herbal tea; it must be November!