It's a good playlist. A little Spike Jones ("The Black-and-Blue-Danube Waltz,") some better-than-average Rosemary Clooney (a knock-out version of "There Will Never Be Another You.")
Now if Amanda, the host, will only play some Blossom Dearie, my evening will be complete!
So much chaos out there that it's hard to settle to a blog post. At choir the other night one woman said her brother-in-law, in Massachusetts, can't decide what is causing him more anxiety - the election, the economy, or the Red Sox!
(As of tonight, the Red Sox are doing just fine. Any good news is welcome!)
Z. reports fall foliage in Connecticut is lovely as advertised. As a New Englander born and bred, she will also be happy about the Red Sox.
Weather is beautiful here, too.
Facebook is much too fascinating at times. Although the fragmentary posts make the average e-mail message look like a full-fledged essay, they can be informative, incisive, amusing, mysterious, or just bracingly silly.
Silly gets you through a lot.
Family is scattered this weekend. Z is at Wesleyan, I and L are in Portland, D is holding the fort on Vashon.
And my brother, a retired nuclear engineer, just called from SeaTac, where he was about to board a plane for London, on the way to Mumbai. His group will spend 2-1/2 weeks working at an orphanage in a smaller Indian city, returning Election Day.
On the way home they have a layover in London that's long enough for an express trip into the city and a bus tour.
In the past couple of years he has participated in projects in the Ukraine (once) and Argentina (twice.) Before that, he and his wife went on a number of church-building trips to Mexico. Now she stays home with the kitty and listens to his stories when he returns.
Here above the lake tonight, it's Sparky the cat, Mae West (singing "Come Up and See Me Sometime") and me.
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