Musical interlude

An unusually busy day yesterday, getting people out for exercise and settled with a companion so I could fly up to hear the last concert in which beloved spouse was playing. Buses were running, my feet were fleet, and the afternoon of Russian masters was most enjoyable. My videotaping skills have improved, since I know which buttons do what, and where they are. The after party was really fun, chatting with other trumpet players as well as some of the clarinet section, who were in recruiting mode. "Just like riding a bike," they said; more like trying to ride a bike after not using your legs for a few decades. Anyway, the conversation was pleasant, the food tasty, and the folk friendly.