Woke up this morning with this lil' ditty on my mind:
I once had a friend named Joe
who had a terrible ache in his toe.
I was inspired, and so I inquired,
"How is your Tojo?"
I do indeed have a friend who has a bothersome toe, but his name ain't Joe. So, a little artistic license.
I have not been moved to post much lately, but that doesn't mean a lot hasn't been going on. I'm healthy, happy and busy. How is it that life is so good right now? I count my blessings.
Waaayyyy back when I moved to Sacramento (2 years) I asked my readers if I was going to love this new life or not. The answer is unequivocally "yes!"
Sutter Buttes Land Trust. A group of farmers and ranchers who open up their private land for guided hikes around the buttes -- the smallest mountain range in the U.S.
And last night, at Sacramento State college, a divine concert by Jordi Savall. He chose Sacramento for his one and only U.S. performance this year. How in the world did that happen? He plays the viola da gamba, an instrument that died out for about 250 years, as the transmission from teacher to student was lost. It is a terrific instrument, and I'd love to know the history of the particular one he used last night. He took us through the history of music written for the viola da gamba, and treated us to various tunings, percussion, plucking, and bowing.
During intermission I had to use the restroom, as we are wont to do, and was stuck in a long line of women because there were only TWO stalls in the restroom! My line companions and I had a good laugh about that, and I explained why there probably was no accessible stalls - 40 year old building with no appreciable renovation to kick in ADA code. I was transported back to my days of a construction project manager, and then looked around with those old eyes and saw all kinds of code violations! Gosh, retirement is a good thing. I don't have to be the building code policewoman anymore.
Enjoy some Jordi Savall, won't you?