Raspberry Tartlets in 12/8

Thursday: Up around 8:30. Checked email, and had a response from a woman at a retreat center I had contacted about a possible course in November. This set off a chain reaction of emailing which consumed most of my morning. A sitting also. A shower. Fed cats. Mopped the floor in the dining room. Learned a lot about pricing venues for courses. Headed down basement around noon for my practices. Packed a breakfast, packed my car up with my electric rig, and headed off.

Lovely day out... Mild, sunny and clear. Figured out an illusive bug in my new code that had been puzzling me for a couple of days. A utility function I was using was not thread-safe in an unexpected way. Fixed a couple of other issues, and, things are really beginning to work well now. More emails about the course location. Not looking good at this point. Walked out and picked up a copy of the Somerville Journal for MB (our friend Sty is mentioned in an article). Left at about 7:40.

On time for my practice session with Shawn, but he was held up a little. When he arrived we loaded my gear down to the rehearsal room, then went to get a coffee drink at Starbucks. I gave him a little preview of the new piece I wanted us to work on, as we sat and nibbled Raspberry Tartlets (one of which was free, thanks to the kindness of the young Starbucks employee at the cash register). A very good session, getting a rough pass through the new piece (a bit of GC rep) and also revisiting some of our other material. Shawn gave me a cucumber.

Back home, boiled ravioli and sauteed the zucchini that Shawn gave me last week, while talking to MB. (Hmmm... zucchini last week, a cucumber this week. If he gives me a banana next week I'll be worried.) The Harley riding, gun toting, Bush voter at MB's work sent her a comic likening Ted Kennedy to Saddam Hussein. MB was not amused. She quipped that it would have been funnier if you replaced Ted with Karl Rove. Our Harley riding, gun toting, Bush voter didn't know who Karl Rove was, so the point was lost on him. Ah me. Also some rather hysterical gyrations from her friend Jth. She went upstairs and I ate. After clean-up, some more email. Soon bed?