I have to wish my wife happy birthday a day early because by the crack of dawn tomorrow I will (I hope) be on a plane bound for Nashville, Tennessee. I am heading down there for the national convention of NATS- the National Association of Teachers of Singing- for what should be four days of fulfilling fun. But it would be a lot more fun. . . A LOT more fun. . . if my other half were going along. But she will be busy keeping the home fires burning and hosting her dear friend Leslie who is attending the choral event at Carthage (about which I have groused in this blog) and staying at our house. But I have it on good authority that she will not be allowed to sit home alone on her birthday, staring forlornly out of the window, waiting for her husband to return.
So I’m off to Nashville for four days- which will mean four days away from my laptop and four days away from my blog- which will probably give me the world’s worst case of withdrawal. But it will be good for me- like getting back to nature for a few days. So don’t be surprised if I come back next week as a granola-eating, philosophy-spouting oracle of transfigured wisdom. Or maybe not.
See you soon. Take care. GB