Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it. ~Henry David Thoreau
Seven o'clock yesterday morning it was threatening rain; the wind had ice in its fingertips & Star & I were standing on our jetty waiting for an early boat ~ far earlier than Star ever likes to get out of bed. Bach workshop. I was loaded down with reading material. I know women who'd just hit the shops for 8 straight hours but I can't imagine doing that from choice.
As it turned out I didn't get a chance to read. I helped with the catering. By afternoon tea time we had reached the silly stage!
My friends, being the good sports they are, left me with the camera & posed beautifully.
Star is not a good sport. She took some shockers while we waited & waited on the jetty for a boat home! We were exhausted. We were cold. Star had been confined in the auditorium for 8 hours. Eight hours!!!
She'd passed beyond the silly stage to the bouncing off the walls stage!
We got home & Kirby was missing. An hour I spent calling my cat. My neighbours must really love me. I have one very subdued pussy with a bunged up eye & a dented ego. *sigh* It was a very big day.