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Wednesday, June 6, 2007

look/see/hear

What a week it was.

One week ago, Yarn Harlot. You know all about that.

While I am showing you some pictures I took in Northampton, I have to tell you what else I was able to do last week.



Thursday, Tall Son and I went to see Itzhak Perlman play at the Albany Symphony. We had gotten the tickets the day after Christmas; son's birthday was in April. This was his present. He plays the violin. The concert blew him away. There's very little that can blow a 17 year old away, but this did the trick. Mind you I enjoyed the concert tremendously. Dear husband had gotten us excellent seats. But what I enjoyed equally as much was the fact that that teenager sat motionless the whole time and could barely speak when it was all over.


Friday night, dear husband and I went to an art opening. We don't get to go to these things very much, but this time I really needed to go -- a good knitterly friend was branching out in a most amazing way. I want to encourage all you locals to come and see what is going on here.


Sunday was the last concert of the Empire State Youth Orchestra's 2006/07 season. Tall Son is a member. They played at the Fisher Center at Bard College and it was a most enjoyable event. What am I even saying. Those kids blew me away!


Tonight I am going to a poetry open mic in Saratoga Springs with a friend. It's the one hosted by Carol Graser, and yes I will be reading a couple of my own poems.



Now I want you all to know that this is NOT what my life usually looks like. For example, I just took a loaf of banana bread out of the oven. I am sure there's a bathroom that needs cleaning. I did get ahead of the laundry yesterday. I go to work, and see my psychotherapist like everyone else.
I am currently struggling with a new design where the yarn has a mind of its own so much that I had to walk away and make the above mentioned banana bread....
But. What I am trying to say is go out there every once in a while and go see someone's art, hear their music, listen to their poems. With all the loud, senseless noise everywhere it's so good to hear music well played, to see art that stays with you for days, and listen to some wordcraft.
Now back to that yarn that has a mind of its own...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow. Beautiful. Thank you.

(Having gotten out myself last night, for once, and laughed and laughed and nodded and went ain't it the truth... Stephanie in Petaluma, wonderful as always (ie, my turn!)