Elgan speaks
...and her words thunder across the land

They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad.

Tuesday, Sept. 19, 2006
11:01 p.m.
The sky was pink and gold this evening as I headed towards the first writing group of the fall. On the bridge, the evening sky was reflected in the river, and for a moment it was pink both above and below me.

There were two newish faces there this evening, and some old ones we hadn’t seen in a while. Our one persevering male member has returned after an absence, which is a refreshing addition to our overly estrogen-charged numbers.

The new hire in classics has joined the choir. I was at her interview and liked her then. She was very grateful that I sort of took her under my wing, as she freely admits that she doesn’t read music all that well and it’s been a while since she’s been in a choral situation. We are working our way steadily through the Bach, and actually learned a whole new line of the Brahms.

My soprano who didn’t go to bible college had a fabulous lesson today, and tomorrow I meet with my two new students. The accompanist and I were supposed to rehearse for Friday’s concert before and then after my teaching today, but she had an adventure of her own which made her almost late for choir.

She went to a different salon than usual, recommended by one of our colleagues, and was made to wait as her stylist wasn’t quite ready to cut her hair. At last someone else washed it, rather perfunctorily, then left her seated in a chair with a stained towel that wasn’t large enough, and she was getting soaked from her dripping locks. Eventually she went to the front desk and complained that it was already 45 minutes later than she had booked her apointment for, and she was pressed for time. The receptionist, in an attempt to mollify her, offered her a free pedicure. When the stylist finally got around to the cutting, she applied a ton of product to our heroine’s hair after doing a half-assed job with the scissors. Plus, even though F. Piano had told them over and over again that she had to be at an appointment at 3:30 (our rehearsal) she didn’t get out of there until almost 4:00. Luckily she called the office and left a message that she wouldn’t be able to meet me.

Oh, and the kicker: the whole salon experience was not only a disaster, it was also very expensive. You can bet that place didn’t make another steady customer today.

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