… no, not about my OBOE, mind you. I’m going to work on that in a minute.

But you can go here to vote on your favorite gown at the opening gala for the San Francisco Symphony. When looking it dawned on me: I don’t like gowns!

Heck, even the word “gown” is ugly to these ears.

Well there you go. I guess I can’t vote. It would be like voting on your favorite kind of tomato when you don’t like tomatoes, yes? (By the way, I don’t like tomatoes.)

When I was looking for something to wear as the MOB (mother of the bride) I saw so many dresses and nothing appealed. Some were matronly. Some looked as if I might be competing with the bride for attention. Some were just plain ugly. And all were very expensive. I guess long dresses don’t appeal to me.

Unrelated note and special offer to all because I’m so nice this way:
If anyone wants to come to my house and fix my oboe for me, feel free. If anyone wants to send me a working oboe. Feel free. If anyone wants to send chocolate instead, well, I’ll take it. Along with an oboe.

Grumble.

Off to work I go ….