the pattyo

National Honesty Day.

So, honestly?

I’m nervous about tonight, but last night went pretty well. Now I can take last night two ways. 1) I’m okay with tonight and things will be fine. 2) I used up everything last night and tonight will go horribly.

Yes. There you go.

I haven’t decided yet which is the truth.

The other night I had a bizarre dream. I was in a Seinfeld episode. It mostly wasn’t funny, though. Last night I dreamt that we were under attack. There were all sorts of bizarre looking things in the sky. Somehow I knew that these objects were there to fight off the weapons that were coming our way (from Russia, for some reason). I was with my Mom on 87 (the freeway) but we were pretty high up in the sky. Some people from my church were involved too, and at some point in the dream I was in our sanctuary. As usual things were not going well at church. It’s all pretty much a jumble now, but it wasn’t a pleasant dream and I woke up with a headache.

Dreams are bizarre. I like them. Even the scary ones.

Well, I like them eventually … after I have time to get over being frightened!
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Try This.

I’m considered a “bobbing bobcat” and they suggest I need a cuppa coffee. Hmmm.
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… or maybe I’m going its way? Hmmm.

So I made my hotel and plane reservations today. It’s a Done Deal. I’m going to see Kelsey for Mom’s day. Yippee!

(But I AM sorry, Mom, that I won’t be here to celebrate with you; we’ll do something prior to my departure, okay?)

I’m home from our double rehearsal, and I’m exhausted. More than exhausted, really. And I have a headache from blasting away. I am a bit sorry I took on the principal position for this one. I’ll explain after I’m done with the run. Such is life.

But yay for May 7 and 8!
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is Babe Ruth Day.

Why? Here you go: On April 27, 1947, Babe Ruth attended Yankee Stadium for Babe Ruth Day. I guess that’s all it took! And I think what this means is that I should stay home and watch baseball. I like to honor these folks who are so special they have a day named for them. Yes. Yes I do. I’m THAT nice.

Trouble is, I have two symphony rehearsals today.

And I’m nervous. (So if you’re thinking “She wants to stay home because she likes baseball and she’s nervous” rather than thinking I’m just a nice person who likes to honor people, well, you might just be right.)

Because I wouldn’t be nervous if I was watching baseball here at home. I would be sitting here, relaxed, maybe having a PB&J sandwich.

Oh, and speaking of PB&J, when Brandon, Jameson and I go out together we ARE PB&J. Now isn’t that just fascinating and exciting and news you can use?
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I’m RICH!

Read this email I received just today

Dear Reverened (president),

Onbehalf of the trustees and executor to
the Will of late Sir. Dennis Thatcher Estates. I wish to notify you that
late Sir. Dennis Thatcher made you a beneficiary to his will. He left
the sum of seven hundred and fifty thousand United State Dollars
(USD$750,000.00) to you in the Codicil and
Last Testament to his will.

This may sound strange and unbelievable to you, but it is real and true.
Being a widely travelled man, he must have been in contact with you in
the past or simply you were nominated to him by one of his numerous
friends abroad that wished you good.

Sir. Dennis, passed away
peacefully in the Lister Hospital London after a brief illness at the
Age of 88 year. He was born on May 10 1915; Died June 26 2003. Although
he had enjoyed success as a millionaire businessman, Sir Dennis’ Public
fame owed most to his marriage to Margaret Thatcher the former British
prime Minister. In a tribute to him at a news Conference with Russian
President Vladimir Putin, British prime Minister Tony Blair said: “Sir
Denis was a kind and generous-hearted man, a real gentleman who had many
friends here and abroad.

Until death he was a very dedicated Christian
who loved to give out. He was also a member of several non-governmental
organizations, his great philanthropy earned him numerous awards during
his lifetime. He is survived by his wife Margret, and twins Mark & Carol
Thatcher and also two grandchildren.
According to him this money is to
support your Christian activities and to help the poor and less
privileged in your country.

Please if I reach you as I am hopeful,
endeavor to get back to me as soon as possible to enable the attorney
executing the Will conclude his job. You should forward along your
telephone and fax numbers including your present mailing address.

Looking forward hearing from you in no distant time.

Send your reply
to above email or to (removed).

Yours in Christ,

Most.Rev Smith Edward

Now … this wouldn’t be a scam would it?

Naw. Couldn’t be. ;-)
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You just have to see these pictures! <— That there is the link, btw.

You never know what a penguin might be concealing. (Be sure and click on all six pictures. Very cute!)
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… or at least I want one!

I think I need to get away. Opera was stressful for me. This week will be as well — and maybe even more so — because I’m playing principal and I have rather important solos. I have mediocre reeds. Sigh. I won’t know how the pieces really feel until I get through that first rehearsal. Sometimes things seem harder than they really are when I’m practicing alone. I get to that first rehearsal and find that the support of the orchestra makes what I”m doing easier. But sometimes it turns out they are much more difficult with the orchestra. I’m hopeful that this will be the former, but I sure don’t know yet!

So I want to escape. NOW! But I can’t escape this week. As much as I’d like to just call in sick and relax, I guess it wouldn’t be a good idea. For one thing, lying is wrong. And of course they’d guess, I’m sure, that I was just weak and feeble (are those one and the same?. People kind of frown on a musician wimping out.

Oh, but wimping out sounds so sweet right now.

Instead, I’m attempting a mini-trip to Irvine sometime soon after this weekend’s concerts. I might leave early on a Saturday and come home Sunday night.

Yeah, it’s short. VERY short. But I think it’s almost affordable that way, and it’s at least a little something!

Besides, I’d get to see Kelsey this way. That’s the best part of this!
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This from the Mercury News:

VATICAN CITY – Pope Benedict XVI said Monday he had viewed the idea of being elected pope as a “guillotine,” and he prayed to God during the recent conclave to be spared selection but “evidently this time He didn’t listen to me.”

Was this said in jest? I’m assuming so! I’m hoping so. If not … well, that would mean that when God says “no” he isn’t listening. Hmmm.

I prayed not to be pope. God did listen to me.

Okay, okay. I didn’t really pray not to be pope. I really am only jesting.

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What I read on a sign in Santa Cruz:
“Your choice: organic salad or frys.”

Yes.

So I’m trying to figure out if they are offering up the electronics store, making an error and forgetting the apostrophe, or if they are offering fries.

Okay. I’m not really that stupid.

Just that silly.

Dan took a picture of me that looks okay. Isn’t that cool? I think so! You can see the entire picture here if you want the knife. Otherwise I suppose the one below will suffice … and perhaps not be quite so frightening! :-)

… oh … and thanks Dan! I’ve always said it couldn’t be done; no one can get a good picture of me because 1) I’m no model and 2) I’m simply not photogenic. But you have made me smile!

imported

April 23, 2005
Dan Mitchell, photographer
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