What day is it anyway?

The days continue to blur into one another here in fantasy land.  Every day we remind ourselves how fortunate we are to be having this experience.

Here is the long awaited photo of the blogger.  I really wanted to show the scroll hanging on the corner of the mirror so below please see the close up view.  If you read it carefully you may see a couple of typographical errors.  I have forgiven the producers and hope you will too.

Last week I overheard a Buddhist placing his order with a street corner hot dog vendor.  He said, "Make me one with everything".





















So, I don't recall where I left off yesterday.  We did go to the rec center then after I whipped up something for supper I walked down to the Given Center and listened to a talk about schizophrenia.  Then we all walked down to Harris Hall and listened to a relatively short concert of Gershwin and Bernstein music.  Very nice.

This morning I walked back to Harris Hall box office to get our tickets for this evenings performance by the Aspen Chamber Symphony featuring pianist Steven Osborne and clarinetist Bil Jackson.  Every performance seems to have some special component - tonight the Clarinet Concerto was composed by Kevin Puts specifically for Mr. Jackson, and tonight will be the premier of the piece.  I was able to get seats on the left side of the tent so we can see the pianist's hands, something we have missed in past performances.  Jamuna especially wants to see the view of the keys and hands.

Jamuna, Abe and I are back from our errands, having made the usual stops.  We did drop into Carl's Pharmacy to get some thread to pull together a split seam in one of Jamuna's favorite sweaters.  We'll see how that repair turns out.  Here's a view inside of the Main Street Bakery.  I had another photo of some Challah bread but it seems to have vaporized.

The remains of the day should follow this general plan:  tidy up the place, pick up a violin from the luthier, get sandwiches from Grateful Deli, walk to HH for pre-concert featuring Maya's rehearsal pianist Tamara Goldstein and friend from her studio class Boson Mo, sandwiches on the lawn, ACS concert in the tent, then back to condo just in time to go pick up Prema (fingers crossed).

I know I haven't said anything about it, but we are really missing all the rally traffic in RC.  Oh well....