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:: Friday, May 02, 2003 ::

It's a beautiful Friday morning here in the Pacific Northwest; the gods have smiled upon this vacation weather-wise. In fact, I've felt pretty good all week, even with all of the things that had to be done. I knew going into it, though, that this week would be my "working" vacation, and the one I've scheduled two weeks from now will be the "playing" vacation. Well, for the most part -- the lines between work and play are often blurred for me. Case in point: yesterday I washed my car thoroughly and drove it over to my brother's house, where I could wax and buff it unobstructed by falling tree debris. Now I know that seems like work to most people, but with the sun shining the way it was, that I was hanging out with my bro, and with the aid of an electric handheld buffer, I felt like I was playing. And Zooey looked pretty sharp afterward.

So, too, the yardwork I've been slowly fitting in. The yard looks better than it did, but there's still a long way to go before the courtyard's clear and the edges are as defined as I wish them to be. I keep meaning to hire someone to come in and do a clean sweep, but there's never enough time for me to arrange a meeting with anyone. Well, maybe next vacation.

Today, I plan to take care of a few loose ends (rotate car tires, iron, have guitar restrung), but mostly I am going over lyrics in my head and resting my voice for tomorrow. The choir did a complete run-through at rehearsal last night, and the night before, my section (the tenors) met to solidify a few things, so I have a pretty good idea what final cramming I need to do for tomorrow night's performance. And tonight, the bass section is going to meet here for a cram session. We'll have one more complete run-through tomorrow morning at the tech rehearsal, and then it's showtime! I must admit that it will be a relief when it's done. But for now, I will continue to perfect details as best I can right up until the curtain rises. The Hult Center, wow. Mom, if you're reading this, thanks for the piano lessons.

:: Anne 8:27 AM [smartass remarks] ::
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