Do you know the way to Gatineau?
8:31 a.m.
After an early lunch today, Hubby and I hop in the car for a leisurely drive to the east shore of the Ottawa River, the lovely Gatineau, QC, where some singer is performing a recital in honour of the Mexican ambassador, or something like that. It started off innocently enough: This woman called my husband to inform him that she was going to be performing one of his compositions for soprano and piano (actually it comes in a high- and low-voice version, having been composed for a competition, but I digress) and would he be interested in attending the concert? The next thing we know she has sent a d�pliant (that�s brochure, for you non-francophones out there) advertising the event, and on it are listed the composers to be performed and an announcement that Hubby (not his real name) will be present. Now Hubby has informed me that she has asked him to give a short discourse on the piece before she sings it. You see how things grow if you just leave them? Like fungus or gangrene? Let�s hope we don�t have to cut anything off.
This will be the first time we have left our two precious children alone overnight, ever, since they were conceived. Little Princess is nearly 18, Buddy Boy has just turned 15. I think we can do this. Buddy Boy has a play rehearsal tomorrow and has to be at his high school at 9:00 a.m. Even though we reminded him yesterday before he left for school, he forgot to arrange a lift with one of his castmates, and so I guess we�ll be leaving a quantity of cash so he can take a cab. (Insert non-complimentary expletive here!) We are booked into a B&B which I am assured is quite lovely, recommended by the soprano. She sounds like a very nice person.
Hubby has been in contact with the people in Croatia, and it appears they have a guitar flight case which should fit his particular instrument in their New York outlet. All he has to do is give them money, and the case will be shipped UPS toute suite. Sweet. He wants to reserve the right to return it if he is not happy with the colour or if it doesn�t fit exactly right and get a brand-new, custom-built jobbie from the factory. That shouldn�t be a problem. Or I think it shouldn�t.
Okay, this is getting really boring. Thanks for staying with me this long.
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