I am home, and semi-rested, fed, with laundry in process, and actually posting with content.

Global warming does not have the result that everywhere is uniformly warmer all the time; it results in more random weather, which doesn't fit the patterns we're used to, both heat and cold. Last weekend, the weather was cool and crisp, and I wore a shawl in the morning for that bit of extra warmth. On the other hand, yesterday was 90, I think, unseasonably warm, and none of us are acclimated yet. Bah.

That wouldn't have been too bad - complain a little, go home, shower, sleep, repeat, but Rick (#3 son) broke the news that Isil's (his girlfriend) graduate solo recital was this Saturday, in addition to the GSU orchestra concert today that I already know about. AND, that she'd been accepted for a public Master Class being held in Spivey Hall next Saturday, and the pianist was in concert the next Sunday and they'd already bought me tickets, AND AND her father was visiting here from Turkey for a month and when will we all get together? Eeep. This might be the place to mention that conversations with them always make me feel as if I've stepped into a Georgette Heyer story.

After some alarums and excursions, arrangements were made at Raven's Nest for me to leave on time the two Saturdays, and work half days the two Sundays. So, yesterday outdoors all day, nice and sweat sticky, and I had to freshen up and dress to go to a concert. And meet people. Her father is very nice, a Turk who was educated in India, and runs an import business from India and Bangladesh. He opens doors and stands up when a woman enters, or rises to leave, and does is in such a natural way, that I felt very gauche with my habitual turn-taking with opening doors.

The recital was lovely, with over an hour of demanding solo piano, all from memory -- she's a tiny young woman, and plays in an elegant style that makes the piano look like a stroked instrument, rather than percussive. Not wishy-washy or tentative at all, but not beating upon the keyboard. karmakeys, John, and his father were all there, too, and they are all trained musicians, and could give specific compliments -- much better than my "Oh, that's pretty, I liked it!" Afterwards, we all went to Manuel's Tavern, which can seat a party of 8 or 9 without notice, and is a great place to talk. The tables are the perfect size to allow talking across the table, so no one is unable to hear and feel left out. Their roommate was there too, an Indonesian grad student who has just been accepted to Harvard for a doctorate in Public Health. Lots of accents, much hilarity, and discussion of how to make guacamole (her father has avocado trees in his complex). I had to leave at 10:30, since I had GARF in the morning.

All that was after having waken up at 3:30 Saturday to deal with the wireless router. I was so exhausted! Today was more of the same, but I forgot my blouse and had to drive home to change instead of leisurely changing in the shop. So glad the cops weren't watching my speed. I love live performances, and even when they are not perfect, I get so much more when I can watch, and be part of it. Glad I went!

Work tomorrow morning, eye exam in late afternoon, dinner with Rick, Isil, and her father on Tuesday, taking him to Driving Miss Daisy at Theatrical Outfit Wednesday (it's set in Atlanta, and is much more accessible to a non-native English speaker than Shakespeare or the Horizon's play this month which is a two woman show, set in a black beauty parlor), and on Thursday, fierce_rabbit is loaning galbinus_caeli to install my new ceiling fan. I'm giving up on having the place all tidied up, and am content to be in the Unnecessary to Call Health Department category instead.

And after fabulous opening weekend crowds, it was sparse this weekend. Gorgeous weather, although hot, so I'm hoping they were all at the Inman Park Festival.

And, I saw a link to this in Metaquotes, and then read more of his blog, which led me to his Rottweiler's blog http://willow-the-dog.livejournal.com/, which had me laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes.