It is not where you start, it is where you finish

Well got through another holiday and the weather was more like January cold with strong winds. I hid the eggs throughout the house and a few got stepped on during the "hunt". Coffee and chocolate was my breakfast along witha crushed egg. Got in the care and drove 5 hours to my brothers house in Massachusettes and it is even colder up here! He just finished building his house all by himself and it is absolutely amazing! I am now on his computer writing this while he sleeps. We are off to a casino world in the mountains tomorrow. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday.

Well my day yesterday could not have been better. After work I headed to Princeton for rehearsal and was surrounded by the angelic voices of the choir as I played the Faure Requiem with the rest of the musicians. The acoustics were terrific so I can't wait until Friday when we perform the entire piece straight through. The solo tenor was not only extremely talented but hot as hell and he was standing right next to me during his section. I had so many fantasies I lost my place and had to ask my fellow horn player what measure we were on and she gave me the look of I know what you are thinking. Afterwards headed out for drinks with my brother and sister. We sat down in the bar and they ordered a slice of cake and drinks. Well the whole parade of servers came out and sang an awful birthday song I wanted to crawl under the bar. Once they walked away my sister then broke into her opera voice (with full vibrato) and sang the entire song once again. Yes her voice is beautiful and powerful and filled the entire space but my God everyone stopped and stared our way and when she was done broke out in full applause. I really wanted to die and she then said make a wish! I promptly wished out loud that I wished that I wasn't there and everyone laughed. The whole night was so much fun with the exception of my brother's wife. What a bore! She sat there stone faced sipping her hot tea glaring at the boisterous lot of us. After trying to coax her into our conversations, we just ignored her. The music was loud but once in awhile between sets it got quite quiet. The first time my brother asked my sister why she wasn't drinking and as she hollered "Can't drink when you are on crazy pills." once again all eyes were on her with a look of Ahhh so that's why she sang her opera birthday song. (She has bi-polar disorder and can not drink with her medication.) Trust me she doesn't need to drink!! She was visibly embarassed that the entire room heard her so my brother being a sweet brother waited the next lull in music and stated loudly that he was thinking of getting his balls laminated! This time everyone laughed and started to approach us as we seemed to be the life of the party. I met and talked to so many people and was provided many birthday drinks. I had to give most of them away as I have no tolerance for alcohol. The rest of the night was a blur. I do remember allowing a patron to feel my breasts because I wanted to prove to him that they were real. I guess a woman with a natural 38G cup is rare! My head is killing me today and it hurts when I laugh but I can't wait to do it again.

Spring is showing it's lovely colors and my garden is filled with bright colors. My father's chemo is finished and last PET scan was clean. He is looking better than ever thanks to his little holistic slave!! He is back home now and preparing for the pork festival that is the Polish/Hungarian Easter tradition. Three kinds of kielbasi, ham, babka, and sweet homemade custard. He is not supposed to eat any of it but he said he would not break his tradition. He is back to his old self and I need this holiday to get back to normal so no more lectures until next week!!

I will be at rehearsal tonite getting ready for the Good Friday performance of the Faure Requiem Mass at the Methodist church in my town. Raised a Catholic, Good Friday is usually a silent mass void of music and singing with the church stripped down and looking quite sad and empty. I am looking forward to participating in another church and enjoying the lovey choir performing such beautiful music. The added bonus is that I am getting paid!!!

My tiny angel is getting ready for her performance with the American Reperatory Ballet Company's performance of Swan Lake and she is so excited. I am happy she loves the arts as much as I do. I have been accused of not allowing her to do "real sports" such as soccer, tennis etc. But I have signed her up paid the fees and she has dropped out every time. This past summer at soccer camp she got in the car and said, "Mommy if you made me run and stay in the hot sun for four hours you would be in jail for child abuse!" Needless to say we never went back to the fields or turf. The comfort of the air conditioned ballet studio with it's polished mirrors and bars was missed too much.

Well today I am 39 and when I looked in the mirror this morning I noticed that when my face is still lined and smashed from sleeping I am starting to look a bit like a gargoyle!! I have always feared aging and shunned the sun and drank very little to preserve my skin. This morning I realized that no matter how many creams and ointments I apply each night, I will wrinkle and I will look my age. I have always been complimented on my skin and mistaken for someone much younger but those days are numbered. I am no longer a Miss when being waited upon in the shops. I was always against plastic surgery but now I am not so sure!