Every day, regardless of its overall tenor, contains something unexpectedly delightful. Often it's a note from a friend or past student, or a walk to see a new building in Seattle that (seemingly) materialized overnight, or a restaurant meal that is so corny that it makes you laugh or piece of theatre that is somehow much better than expected. And putting mind over matter, I'm back to exercising and playing piano every day. I do miss the adventure travel (last year Christmas was on a wilderness mountain plateau in Ethiopia), but there are trips planned: to Hood River to visit Ruth and Bill and ski on Mt Hood; to Fort Lauderdale to visit Jack and get out of the damn winter gloom; to London to hear Akhnaten at the English National Opera and Katya Kabanova at Covent Garden; and to Whistler. There are rare moments of feeling sorry for myself, which are fleeting.
Happy New Year
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