Yesterday I left DC via I95 so that I could stop in Stafford, Va and pick up my new MAC AIR computer. The model I wanted, which was on sale at Best Buy, was sold out all over the state except Stafford, which luckily is on my way home if I go that way. When I went to customer service to pick it up, the woman comes up to me with one little box, the size of the boxes we used to use to wrap blouses or shirts as gifts. I said, "That's it?" And she said, "Yep!" I remember days of yesteryear, computer-buying-wise, hauling out giant towers for the computer, a huge box containing the monitor, a box with the keyboard, and a bag full of cords and plugs and flotsam and jetsam that went with the system. Unpacking that behemoth at home was an unpackaging nightmare! The room would end up full of cardboard and foam and boxes and stuff that got lost in the shuffle! So how the HELL can this little box be the whole thing????? And yet it is. In the spirit of full disclosure, there was also a second, smallish box containing the Microsoft Office software that will be installed into the wafer thin computer. Between this and my IPhone, my head is exploding with the wonder of it all.
I made it into the choir! Norman told me on the spot. It was a little odd in that two new auditioners, a young man and a young woman, were there. . . next in line, and listening to my audition. Now that would have completely flummoxed me in the past, but armed with my new information about Mindfulness, I just took a deep breath, reminded myself that I was already of the calibre to be in the choir, could only do as well as I could do, and that I was going to enjoy the audition. And I really did. And he not only told me that he was eager to see me on Tuesday, but went up to the two newbies and said that he does NOT tell people when they come in to audition if they are in the choir, but that I was a long time, loyal member of the choir and that is why he told me. That felt pretty good. Afterwards I met Dave at Cafe Deluxe for a wonderful dinner outside on Wisconsin Avenue. After the quiet of Chautauqua it was a little unnerving having three different groups of police cars go screaming down the street, lights aflash. But that's DC.
I had the opportunity to check out the earthquake damage to the National Cathedral. And though you can definitely see the sheared-off spires in question, no longer pointed. . .still there was no major structural damage and what happened can be fixed. But I love that building so much and I feel almost personally close to it since I get to walk in its shadow every week during the singing year. So I was a little verklempt at seeing it with its boo-boos. I snapped pics with my phone, but with no telephoto lens, it is hard to distinguish the damage from the pictures I got. I bet the next generation of IPhones will have telephoto lenses!
Saw the movie The Help last night, and Sandy and I are going to another movie tonight. . . can't remember which one. But you know me and my movies! Stay tuned.
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