Sombre anniversary. Anvil Island was eleven years ago today.
Here’s why I should screen my calls more: because when I pick up the phone, it’s a very nice lady from Seattle Opera, who for ten breathless minutes tells me about how her foundation has brought opera singers to high schools, and how student opera clubs spontaneously start, and it’s such a pleasure to make a difference, and by this point she knows she’s got me guilt tripping since I haven’t hung up yet, so now how about a donation? And my pathetic attempts to make excuses about tax bills are swept aside, and before you know it I’ve just pledged money to be paid in June. I am such a sap.
Paintball tomorrow. Sometimes you just need to unwind in dramatic fashion. I hope this doesn’t scare anyone, however it’s been one of those weeks where the right half of the brain just shuts down and the left takes over, and boy do we already know just how left brained I am, so what do we get as a result? Hyper-efficient robotic coding by day, utter torpor and lassitude by night. At least subdivs are done with, for now.
