Tragedy: a lamentable, dreadful, or fatal event or affair; calamity; disaster.
I was informed by a good friend this afternoon that a mutual acquaintance had passed away. Though I was never close with this person, a great many in my inner circle were. It grieves me to see the pain his loss has brought about. He will be missed. My thoughts and prayers are with his family and his friends.
I'm making headway on both books, though not as much as I'd like at this point. I have an average of 3.5 days per book this year. So far, I've finished one -- however, the next two will be finished right around the same time. I started my next one, albeit just a short blurb or two before I had to stop, this early afternoon and I'm extremely excited about it:
"Born Standing Up" by Steve Martin. I recently had the honor of attending a Steve Martin bluegrass concert in Chicago, the tickets to which my husband purchased for me for our anniversary in September. He knows I enjoy bluegrass music, love Steve Martin, and like to travel to Chicago, so it really couldn't have been a more perfect gift. The concert was delightful. My battery was almost dead on my camera, which I wasn't worried about at the time because I figured I couldn't take pictures or video anyway. However, there were no "No Photography/Video" posters or announcements, and basically everywhere I looked people were either taking pictures or video, so I whined to myself a bit. I did get a couple of minutes on my camera before the battery went dead. He did a bit of "stand up comedy" in between songs, so it was the best of both worlds. I can't wait to delve into this biography.
This evening brought another productive Alice in Wonderland rehearsal, more laid back than usual because fewer kids were called and we had specific sections to work on each hour. Another one tomorrow evening, but then the weekend will be off for a much-needed break!
My husband... is playing... video games. (This has only happened once before in our nearly eight years together. I'm not sure if I should stop and join him, or just pretend I'm not noticing and see what happens. Hmm.)
This is really the first I've been home other than dinner, which was sweet sour chicken over fried rice, homemade. For all the time I've spent decrying my cooking skills, I haven't heard any complaints recently. I appreciate 'non-complaints' almost as much as I appreciate compliments in life, so I'll take it!
Sincerely, I would like to thank you very much for reading and/or following this blog. It means a lot to me. (On a side note, did you know that the root for 'sincerely' means 'without wax'?)
Have a great night!