AND SO IT BEGINS. . . .

The ending. . . that is.    Today was Saturday, the official ending of week 8.   And I had my very last trip to Wegman's.   I had my sushi for lunch and then brought some home to have here.   This week I will be eating up stuff and planning carefully so not much is going home.

I worked out this morning, and eschewed my shower afterwards. " I can go to Wegman's smelly if I want to," said the petulant child that was me.   And so I did.   But first I went to AT&T to see what was going on with my phone.  The place was packed with Saturday customers in line for something. . . .maybe the white I Phone that was on all the posters outside????  I don't know, but they didn't seem to want to let me jump the line to point out that I had absolutely no service.   Considering how I smelled, I'm surprised that everyone didn't run screaming to their cars the minute I came in the store.  However, in a moment of genius (which may have been washed off if I had taken a shower), I decided to try my phone.  And voila. . . it worked fine in Lakeland.  So at least I know it's not the phone, it's some tower around here that must have gone kablooey with the big storm.   But that leaves me phoneless for the time being.   Not that I was using it that much.. 

So back to Wegman's I went.  Enjoyed my last sojourn there.  Stopped for a parting bottle of sparkling rose. . . not usually my drink of choice, but was highly recommended by Chef  Lynn this past week.  So I bought a bottle for me and my house mates to use to toast the end of a glorious season.  It's "on ice" in my refrig as we speak ( or as I write.   . I guess we're not speaking).  

Here's what's cool. . .  I went to the evening orchestra concert tonight.  However, I was painfully aware, as were my seat mates no doubt, that I still had not taken a shower.    (Okay, sue me).   So I left after the first overture, came across the street to my apartment, turned on the radio because tonight is a live broadcast of the concert through the Buffalo NPR station.  I listened to the Elgar Cello Concerto as I took my shower and washed my hair.  Now I'm sitting on the porch doing this as I hear the thunderous applause from the concerto.   There will be a 20 minute intermission, after which I will mosey on back over to watch the Brahms 4th Symphony (ahhhhhhhh) but this time I will be clean.  This could NOT have happened at the Kennedy Center.

So tomorrow is Sunday and the start of week 9.    Full steam ahead.