Del and John headed out early to take the ferry to the spit which is a forest and unspoiled beach. They walked around a bit and got home around 2. I stayed home for a lazy day, except for a trip to the old market for socks and vegetables. I did get patted on the bottom by an old man who is crazy, according to my sock lady. She grabbed his arm, shook her fist at him and scared him away. He didn't appear dangerous, just happy and just not right. She appologized all over the place. I think she thought he had frightened me, but I could have taken him if it had come to that. I also stopped in at a beautiful linen store and bought a hat to keep the sun off my face and this blonder every month hair of mine. I think I am destined to have perpetual hat hair - just put away the winter haat and now out with the sun hat.
After the guys got home, we had a late lunch and went about our business until time to go to a cocert at 6.
I had a nap, because doing virtually nothing can wear a person out. We wine and cheesed for dinner and headed out to the bus stop.
The concert was quite good. The first performers were a male and a female pianist who played Schubert and some more modern pieces. Their playing was so much like a conversation. They were later joined by the strings. I'm glad we got tickets. It was the first time I ever sat close enough to be able to see broken bow strings flapping in the breezes. I wonder how many strings a bow has. Another question for you music people -are there left handed string instruments, do lefties just accomodate as they do to the rest of the right handed world, not that I'm complaining or anything, or do we have to play something else? I've always wondered about that.
I was impressed that the women of the group were all dressed in long black skirts and black velvet tops. Sometimes in the US we have been to performances where the some of the women looked like they had just run in from the gym while the men wore dinner jackets. Even those who had made an effert to dress nicely were distracting because there was so much variety in the clothes they chose. Here, the whole group looked professional, although I don't know where they got so many matching Nehru style suits. I don't know, though, they may be in style for evening wear. I haven't seen the Oscars for several years. In any case, because of the uniformity of dress, I could glance at them once and forget about it. Of course, I really didn't forget about it, or I wouldn't be beating the dead horse for you tonight.
No teaching for me tomorrow. I have been preempted by the Del and John show. Daiva has plans for me to make the session up, but I think that is not going to be happening. I'll just have to let her dock my pay.
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