The third to last opera is over ‘n out. During the quieter, more sensitive sections I managed to not cough. Only during the second act of Pagliacci did the cough suddenly decide to appear. It was quite awful, really, but it was during the louder sections when I wasn’t missed. Whew!
During the second intermission I met a blog reader. He’s a flutist and studies with a colleague of mine in Symphony Silicon Valley. So to that reader: What fun to meet you … so do drop me a line! And I apologize for not coming up to actually shake your hand, but you wouldn’t want to get near me at this point, what with my cold and all! I’m sorry, too, that I didn’t even really communicate with your friend. Where did my manners go? Ack! I blame the oboe. Or the reed. Or something like that.
Until Friday I pretty much put the oboe away and start preparing our Thanksgiving meal. (Well, I DO have one student tomorrow, which I do look forward to!) For our feast we will have vegan friendly food, vegetarian friendly food, and the traditional fixings as well. As I told a friend, we are “all food-faiths friendly”. 😉
I’m so looking forward to family and friends on Thursday!