Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Time flies
We've got a purchase agreement to buy out our siblings. Now we just have to find the half million we need to pay them off. The fools. Maybe we're the foolish ones; we'll be in hock up to our ears, but we'll have 200 acres for the birds and beasts. We'll have room to grow plants and trees and room to build a greenhouse.
The good sister crashed her car on the freeway on rain 2 nights ago. She wasn't hurt, nor was anybody else, a miracle. I'm just wondering what another expense will do to her state of mind. It's not like she is very happy with anything these days. Like me, she spends time worrying but not able to do much about things. I'm thinking she's heading for the edge.
We keep getting these inane letters from our brother. I suppose one shouldn't complain about any personal letters that are received, and yet, I see one of his in the mailbox and I want to start screaming. He's so completely boring and trivial it's worse than annoying. Always a lot of grammatical mistakes and then there is the obligatory praise of his granddaughter who is retarded but he won't admit it. He's always telling us how clever she is when it is obvious to anyone else around him that she is intellectually challenged and always will be. It makes me crazy. This letter took me days to read. I actually lost it for a while, probably an intentional action.
I played two concerts in the last 2 weeks. Last week, Dvorak 8, Galatian Dances by Kodaly, Sabre dance by Katchaturian, Polovtsian Dances by Borodin, and a Brahms Hungarian Dance. I guess it was a dance concert. Today I played a Mozart Symphony, a contemporary piece by Marjory Merriman (nice) and Sibelius 5. Man, what a huge piece. It was great, the Brass sounded great. Actually, the whole orchestra sounded fantastic. Next concert in November is Eroica, Prometheus and some Organ piece that we haven't gotten yet, and December is SChumann - both William and Robert, and a Rutter piece. Yeah, time flies. I don't know where it goes. Playing rehearsals and concerts, I guess.
The good sister crashed her car on the freeway on rain 2 nights ago. She wasn't hurt, nor was anybody else, a miracle. I'm just wondering what another expense will do to her state of mind. It's not like she is very happy with anything these days. Like me, she spends time worrying but not able to do much about things. I'm thinking she's heading for the edge.
We keep getting these inane letters from our brother. I suppose one shouldn't complain about any personal letters that are received, and yet, I see one of his in the mailbox and I want to start screaming. He's so completely boring and trivial it's worse than annoying. Always a lot of grammatical mistakes and then there is the obligatory praise of his granddaughter who is retarded but he won't admit it. He's always telling us how clever she is when it is obvious to anyone else around him that she is intellectually challenged and always will be. It makes me crazy. This letter took me days to read. I actually lost it for a while, probably an intentional action.
I played two concerts in the last 2 weeks. Last week, Dvorak 8, Galatian Dances by Kodaly, Sabre dance by Katchaturian, Polovtsian Dances by Borodin, and a Brahms Hungarian Dance. I guess it was a dance concert. Today I played a Mozart Symphony, a contemporary piece by Marjory Merriman (nice) and Sibelius 5. Man, what a huge piece. It was great, the Brass sounded great. Actually, the whole orchestra sounded fantastic. Next concert in November is Eroica, Prometheus and some Organ piece that we haven't gotten yet, and December is SChumann - both William and Robert, and a Rutter piece. Yeah, time flies. I don't know where it goes. Playing rehearsals and concerts, I guess.
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