Hibernating

This makes my 142^nd post in a little over two years. I am surprised to have gotten this far with it. Along the way I have met wome wonderful citizens of the blogosphere (see links at right). You know some things about me that F2F friends do not. Some of you have gone through terrors and the best I could do was to pray for you. I still do, you know.

If we regard the blogosphere as a virtual reality where people (or their avatars) encounter and interact with one another, then I have to say that I will be hibernating from that realm for a while. The non-virtual realities in my life are demanding attention. I think it is better to just say, "See you later, maybe in January" than to post sporadically and under a feeling of compulsion. When the hibernation is over and I am reawakening to the springtime of the blogosphere (virtual, of course) I will start dropping in on old friends and leaving comments behind.

To tie up loose ends, the play Community was enjoyable: great sets, engaging plot, wonderful orchestra, and snappy dancing. Yes, it was a musical (Sondheim). Most of the students playing the characters were actors rather than musicians, so everyone had to have a microphone (you know, one of those really thin ones that loop over one ear); the singing wasn't that great, but the acting was good. All in all, it was worth the drive and the price of admission.

The dusty little town in which I live participates in a community concert program with a number of other small West Texas towns. We always get season tickets, and this year, the first performance was scheduled for Saturday night. Cat had gone to Austin to have fun with her "girl cousins" and I worked all day on a Habitat for Humanity house. I seriously considered heading for bed after dinner, but then I figured I would go see the concert. I could always leave at the intermission if it was boring or I was too exhausted to stay awake.

The group performing was named Time for Three: two violins (Zach DePue and Nick Kendall) and one double bass (Ranaan Meyer). Man, am I ever glad that I went! They were phenomenal! It has been a long time since I have seen such intensity, such elegance, such virtuosity combined with wit and humor that delighted the audience. If you ever get a chance to see these three guys in concert, by all means, go. They do classical, bluegrass, gypsy, jazz, improvising along the way. You won't regret it.

Well, I will see you later, maybe in January. For now, I am going into my den.