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Afternoon spent almost exactly as planned, for once. Went out to Panera, had a salad and endless refills of hazelnut coffee, clattered away on Little Boy while listening to music. (CD-rom on laptop computer = fantastic; negates need to carry separate cd player.) Drove to Target, rather across town in rush-hour traffic, to return the two pairs of shoes I bought last week. I kept the black pointy Danton flats but got them in a different size. Again, photos forthcoming.
Decided to make a stop at the music store on the way home. I've been meaning to go there for a while to look for a few specific songbooks (The Singer's Musical Theater Anthology, Vol 1, Soprano - if you're curious), but it's out of the way, only accessible from one direction because of a weird triangular traffic island in front of it. I happened to be going in the proper direction, so I stopped - forgetting that school started this week and the store was chock full of junior high kids buying used cellos. They did not have the book I was looking for, but had another which looked interesting, particularly when I found a song I thought I was looking for. "Go, Lovely Rose." Except it wasn't. The song I found was actually "The Last Rose of Summer" and was a different song about roses that I sang a solo in when I was around sixteen years old. They sort of run together in my memory, except that one is a standard and the other is a sort of melancholy modernist madrigal. I went in with no intention of buying anything, and keeping to my intention was easy.
Also, picked up brownie mix (that's what momster wants for her birthday tomorrow instead of a cake). I believe we are going to eat a pot-roast tomorrow (sorry, vegan friends!) and paint ceramics.
Now I'm just waiting for it to be late enough for me to go to sleep. (Again, when did I become an 80-year-old man?)
Decided to make a stop at the music store on the way home. I've been meaning to go there for a while to look for a few specific songbooks (The Singer's Musical Theater Anthology, Vol 1, Soprano - if you're curious), but it's out of the way, only accessible from one direction because of a weird triangular traffic island in front of it. I happened to be going in the proper direction, so I stopped - forgetting that school started this week and the store was chock full of junior high kids buying used cellos. They did not have the book I was looking for, but had another which looked interesting, particularly when I found a song I thought I was looking for. "Go, Lovely Rose." Except it wasn't. The song I found was actually "The Last Rose of Summer" and was a different song about roses that I sang a solo in when I was around sixteen years old. They sort of run together in my memory, except that one is a standard and the other is a sort of melancholy modernist madrigal. I went in with no intention of buying anything, and keeping to my intention was easy.
Also, picked up brownie mix (that's what momster wants for her birthday tomorrow instead of a cake). I believe we are going to eat a pot-roast tomorrow (sorry, vegan friends!) and paint ceramics.
Now I'm just waiting for it to be late enough for me to go to sleep. (Again, when did I become an 80-year-old man?)
wow!
I vaguely remember the shepherd boy one. I think Mrs. D showed it to me but then decided on Nel Cor.
Re: wow!