I don’t think I’ve mentioned it on the blog yet, but we’re taking a trip to Africa later in the year.
And it’s a good thing it’s later in the year, because, man, there are a lot of things to accomplish before taking a trip to Africa!
Multiple vaccinations. Check (well, mostly anyway). We’re going to be the paranoid Americans who get vaccines for rabies and meningitis as well as the “necessary” shots even though, well, we could get rabies or meningitis right here in the good old USA.
(Getting a rabies vaccination reminds me of an episode of The Office. Yes, rabies is indeed a preventable disease, Michael. I digress.)
Passports. Check. (Already have them. Whew.)
Flight arrangements. Check. (Thanks to some time-consuming research I win the prize for finding a flight between African countries – because we’re going to Ghana and Uganda – for $1000 less than we were about to shell out.)
Notifying the friends we’re visiting in Ghana. Check. (They are so excited we’re coming to visit.)
Signing up for a Compassion Sponsor Tour and paying our deposit. Check. (Because that’s why we’re going to Uganda – to visit Ronald, our sponsored child! A sponsor tour happened to come available after we had already decided to go to Ghana this year anyway.)
(By the way, if you’d like to contribute to our trip we are gladly accepting donations. Because what with the vaccines, the cost of the trip, the airfare, and the visas we feel as if things are getting a little out of control!) :-)
And that brings me to: Visas. Not done yet.
Both Ghana and Uganda require visas for tourists. Uganda needs the application in duplicate. Ghana requires the application form in QUADRUPLICATE. Each application, besides the visa fee and a postage-paid return overnight mailer, requires a passport photo.
Last weekend we discovered that passport photos are not cheap. And we need a total of 12 passport photos between the two of us. Yikes!
So, we left the store without the goods in hopes that we could find a cheaper way to get passport photos.
One word: ePassportPhoto.com.
OK. That’s more like two and a half words smooshed together in a web address, but whatever.
If ever you need multiple passport photos, this is the place to go. You can take your own digital photo, use their cropping mechanism to obtain the right size and proportions for the photo, and then download the file onto your computer…FOR FREE. We did end up sending it to Clark Color Photo for printing, but that was only $1.50 for all the pictures.
This is a brilliant tip, so I hope somebody who needs passport photos will google “cheap passport photos” and find out about this awesome service.
Now I just need to fill out all the forms and get some certified checks together to apply for the visas (which we are boldly also doing ourselves rather than pay an extra $150 or $200 for a passport service to do it for us; we figure there’s plenty of time for problems at this point).
You know us…it’s all about doing it yourself to save some money.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Neighborly
What a lovely morning! Honestly, it's almost 9 a.m. and it's still only 60 degrees outside with just a slight breeze. After the 90-degree temperatures and extremely high humidity last week this is SUCH a relief.
One thing I love, love, love about our neighborhood is that I can walk to the post office.
Not that I visit the post office too often what with the e-bills, automatic drafts, ability to just send checks online from our bank account, and my forgetfulness-turned-just-plain-apathy when it comes to mailing celebratory greeting cards of any form.
HOWEVER, I occasionally remember some birthdays in time to send an actual card in the mail. Like this morning. So, I walk to the post office. Mostly because some days our postal carrier seems to neglect our street, and I need to make sure these cards are sent out TODAY because even though I remembered these birthdays I did not act on the whole card-sending thing until the last minute so there's no time to spare if I'm to get credit for mailing out the cards before the dates in question.
I noticed on my walk through the neighborhood that everything seems friendly and prettier when it is not 90 degrees and humid outside. I actually retrieved one neighbor's pile of newspapers from the sidewalk and moved them to front porch since these people are obviously out of town and I don't really want to make that fact obvious to strangers will ill intent.
I'm a member of our neighborhood association (a recent development), and more specifically I'm on the membership and welcoming committee. This means at some point I will need to leave my house and go converse with some neighbors to try and get them involved in the neighborhood association.
This morning, on my walk, in the beautiful weather, I felt quite neighborly so it would have been the perfect time for some of the neighbors to make themselves available on their front porches or in their yards for me to chat with them and invite them to the next neighborhood meeting.
I guess no one on the street got the memo.
Yes, I know some people probably left super early for work, but I know for a fact that the majority of our neighbors are retired.
Soooo, I'm praying that tomorrow, being Saturday, will be another beautiful day to give me that push I need to be social.
In other news, I spent the majority of the day Monday working in our yard. I should have taken "before" and "after" pictures because, honestly, pulling weeds and trimming bushes does not exactly make for an awing finished product unless you have "before" pictures to compare it to. After two days of rain, I can now examine the lawn and find that the dallisgrass all over our yard that I spent so much time spraying with poison on Monday is, in fact, dying! (Along with some of the grass, but that's the price we're willing to pay.)
Incidentally, dallisgrass is described in the dictionary as: "tall tufted perennial tropical American grass naturalized as pasture and forage grass in southern United States". We have no cows to put out to pasture, nor do we wish to invite foraging wild animals into our yard, thus, no need for the dallisgrass.
(And just so you know, we have attempted over the past five long years to nurture the lawn to health in non-toxic ways: watering and fertilizing to promote the actual grass to spread over the weeds. It has not worked, so we are taking drastic measures with the poison.)
To make up for the poison, we're thinking of starting a compost pile and planting a vegetable garden.
It's a long-term plan.
Here's to a magnificent spring day.
One thing I love, love, love about our neighborhood is that I can walk to the post office.
Not that I visit the post office too often what with the e-bills, automatic drafts, ability to just send checks online from our bank account, and my forgetfulness-turned-just-plain-apathy when it comes to mailing celebratory greeting cards of any form.
HOWEVER, I occasionally remember some birthdays in time to send an actual card in the mail. Like this morning. So, I walk to the post office. Mostly because some days our postal carrier seems to neglect our street, and I need to make sure these cards are sent out TODAY because even though I remembered these birthdays I did not act on the whole card-sending thing until the last minute so there's no time to spare if I'm to get credit for mailing out the cards before the dates in question.
I noticed on my walk through the neighborhood that everything seems friendly and prettier when it is not 90 degrees and humid outside. I actually retrieved one neighbor's pile of newspapers from the sidewalk and moved them to front porch since these people are obviously out of town and I don't really want to make that fact obvious to strangers will ill intent.
I'm a member of our neighborhood association (a recent development), and more specifically I'm on the membership and welcoming committee. This means at some point I will need to leave my house and go converse with some neighbors to try and get them involved in the neighborhood association.
This morning, on my walk, in the beautiful weather, I felt quite neighborly so it would have been the perfect time for some of the neighbors to make themselves available on their front porches or in their yards for me to chat with them and invite them to the next neighborhood meeting.
I guess no one on the street got the memo.
Yes, I know some people probably left super early for work, but I know for a fact that the majority of our neighbors are retired.
Soooo, I'm praying that tomorrow, being Saturday, will be another beautiful day to give me that push I need to be social.
In other news, I spent the majority of the day Monday working in our yard. I should have taken "before" and "after" pictures because, honestly, pulling weeds and trimming bushes does not exactly make for an awing finished product unless you have "before" pictures to compare it to. After two days of rain, I can now examine the lawn and find that the dallisgrass all over our yard that I spent so much time spraying with poison on Monday is, in fact, dying! (Along with some of the grass, but that's the price we're willing to pay.)
Incidentally, dallisgrass is described in the dictionary as: "tall tufted perennial tropical American grass naturalized as pasture and forage grass in southern United States". We have no cows to put out to pasture, nor do we wish to invite foraging wild animals into our yard, thus, no need for the dallisgrass.
(And just so you know, we have attempted over the past five long years to nurture the lawn to health in non-toxic ways: watering and fertilizing to promote the actual grass to spread over the weeds. It has not worked, so we are taking drastic measures with the poison.)
To make up for the poison, we're thinking of starting a compost pile and planting a vegetable garden.
It's a long-term plan.
Here's to a magnificent spring day.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Polar Opposites
Our small group decided a few weeks ago that it would be a good idea to get to know each other better.
Thus commences the "life stories" that will take up the next month or so in lieu of an actual Bible study.
(To be fair, God, faith, and Bible verses do come up in the life stories, so we're still being spiritual and all.)
John and I agreed to share our stories first since we'd done this in previous small groups and have never been shy of going first anyway.
Some of the comments from our friends after we shared were quite telling. Although, I am now wondering how accurate some of their impressions may be since John talked about himself for half an hour leaving me to sum up my life, being, and ambitions in about seven minutes (which is, in itself, rather telling I suppose).
OK, so John's the talker. Me, not so much. But when I do speak and share I try to be honest and open. Here's what I learned from our group after we were finished spilling our guts:
- John is hi-lar-i-ous! I'm not the only person in the world who can laugh at things he says and does until I cry.
- While not the comedian, I can be open and honest in a way that lets other people know it's OK to not be perfect or happy all the time.
- No one would ever guess the shenanigans John pulled when he was a teenager.
- John and I have been declared "polar opposites." (Though, funnily enough, I also see ways in which we are completely similar, so I guess that really does make our relationship one of polarities.)
- Someone actually said that John is "like a character out of a movie" - which makes me a supporting actress, right? So this is why my life seems like a constant adventure full of stories; I'm living with a movie character...or maybe just a character.
And because I love my husband so much, I just have to share one more thing that happened two evenings ago.
After dinner John asked me, "If you got hungry for dessert, what would you have?" Pause. He added, "What would be your two first choices?"
What?!? Only two choices?!? I love dessert! So, I thought long and hard.
One of the choices has to be chocolate, and it's been way too hot and humid for the month of May...
So I came up with 1.) brownies and 2.)ice cream.
John smiled really big and went to the freezer. What does he pull out but "Brownie Batter" ice cream! (Yes, there is such a thing.) Then he so humbly declared, "Am I good or what?"
Answer: Yes, he's good...maybe a little too good...it's a bit scary how well he knows me!
Heck, I should have just let him tell my life story. He sure wouldn't have minded talking a little longer and maybe with him telling it my life would have been funnier.
Mmmm. I'm in the mood for ice cream now. A couple bites couldn't spoil dinner, right?
Thus commences the "life stories" that will take up the next month or so in lieu of an actual Bible study.
(To be fair, God, faith, and Bible verses do come up in the life stories, so we're still being spiritual and all.)
John and I agreed to share our stories first since we'd done this in previous small groups and have never been shy of going first anyway.
Some of the comments from our friends after we shared were quite telling. Although, I am now wondering how accurate some of their impressions may be since John talked about himself for half an hour leaving me to sum up my life, being, and ambitions in about seven minutes (which is, in itself, rather telling I suppose).
OK, so John's the talker. Me, not so much. But when I do speak and share I try to be honest and open. Here's what I learned from our group after we were finished spilling our guts:
- John is hi-lar-i-ous! I'm not the only person in the world who can laugh at things he says and does until I cry.
- While not the comedian, I can be open and honest in a way that lets other people know it's OK to not be perfect or happy all the time.
- No one would ever guess the shenanigans John pulled when he was a teenager.
- John and I have been declared "polar opposites." (Though, funnily enough, I also see ways in which we are completely similar, so I guess that really does make our relationship one of polarities.)
- Someone actually said that John is "like a character out of a movie" - which makes me a supporting actress, right? So this is why my life seems like a constant adventure full of stories; I'm living with a movie character...or maybe just a character.
And because I love my husband so much, I just have to share one more thing that happened two evenings ago.
After dinner John asked me, "If you got hungry for dessert, what would you have?" Pause. He added, "What would be your two first choices?"
What?!? Only two choices?!? I love dessert! So, I thought long and hard.
One of the choices has to be chocolate, and it's been way too hot and humid for the month of May...
So I came up with 1.) brownies and 2.)ice cream.
John smiled really big and went to the freezer. What does he pull out but "Brownie Batter" ice cream! (Yes, there is such a thing.) Then he so humbly declared, "Am I good or what?"
Answer: Yes, he's good...maybe a little too good...it's a bit scary how well he knows me!
Heck, I should have just let him tell my life story. He sure wouldn't have minded talking a little longer and maybe with him telling it my life would have been funnier.
Mmmm. I'm in the mood for ice cream now. A couple bites couldn't spoil dinner, right?
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Search Kindly
I've written before about how Compassion International is near and dear to our hearts.
If you've not sponsored a child yet (or even if you have!), you can easily help raise some money for Compassion during the month of May at no cost to you!
That's right, folks. It's free. Because...well, you know...we love the free stuff.
And since I was just blogging about the genius of Google searches to answer all of life's mysteries (like "what 'number' on plastic bottles is it safe to drink out of to avoid getting cancer?"), I figure this suggestion is even more appropriate.
Here's how you can help raise money for Compassion:
Go here. Do all your Google searches through this page during the month of May. Make it your homepage if you will. Or bookmark it so you remember to go here instead of straight to google for your searches. ALL of the money Search Kindly raises through advertising goes to charities, and this month that charity is Compassion International.
And pass it on! Let other people know about Search Kindly.
Now, go search for something!
How about: Rain - The Beatles Experience, Samantha Brown, cleaning pergo floors, Idi Amin, Christian microenterprise, or least crowded driver's license office? (Yep. Those are actual recent searches from our computer.)
If you've not sponsored a child yet (or even if you have!), you can easily help raise some money for Compassion during the month of May at no cost to you!
That's right, folks. It's free. Because...well, you know...we love the free stuff.
And since I was just blogging about the genius of Google searches to answer all of life's mysteries (like "what 'number' on plastic bottles is it safe to drink out of to avoid getting cancer?"), I figure this suggestion is even more appropriate.
Here's how you can help raise money for Compassion:
Go here. Do all your Google searches through this page during the month of May. Make it your homepage if you will. Or bookmark it so you remember to go here instead of straight to google for your searches. ALL of the money Search Kindly raises through advertising goes to charities, and this month that charity is Compassion International.
And pass it on! Let other people know about Search Kindly.
Now, go search for something!
How about: Rain - The Beatles Experience, Samantha Brown, cleaning pergo floors, Idi Amin, Christian microenterprise, or least crowded driver's license office? (Yep. Those are actual recent searches from our computer.)
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Today's Science Lesson
Instead of doing things in science class like memorizing the periodic table (that has turned out to be soooo useful) and torturing kids by forcing them to do science projects (that end up being really important topics like "what kind of music do plants like best" - unless you're my husband who is obviously a science fair genius, but that's a topic for another blog), why don't we learn things like how to identify the strange slime molds and fungus that may someday appear out of the blue on our lawns?
Of course, now that I think of it, I learned the answer to this very question in a matter of seconds by using the handy internet, which is (I hesitate to admit) a new invention since my own school days.
So, really, children now have even less reason to pay attention in school; after all, anytime they ever have a question or need to figure out how to do something the answer is only a few mouse clicks away.
Well, I suppose you still need to pay enough attention to pass that test and get promoted to the next grade level. College degrees are still a definite asset to getting a job and making a living, although I might not be the best example of that...again, a good blog topic for another day.
Here are some examples of recent questions I've asked the internet lately even though I'm fairly certain I learned the answers at some point during my school career:
Why is the sky blue?
What is the definition of "work"?
What is the normal temperature range for an adult human being?
What is that quote on the Statue of Liberty and who said it?
What does a vascular surgeon do?
Now that I've demonstrated my lack of good working memory, let me share with you what I learned today about the mold on my lawn.
This is what it looks like:
1. It is, in fact, slime mold and not fungus.
2. When I first noticed this abomination in the front yard, I took a closer look and really thought some animal had gotten sick all over our grass. And, sure enough, the common name for this is "Dog Vomit Slime Mold."
3. There is no need to get rid of "Dog Vomit Slime Mold" since it will not harm plants or animals.
4. You could eat it if you wanted to, but no one suggests you try, and, honestly, WHO WOULD DO THAT?
5. It will probably go away on its own shortly.
In case you're wondering how I found information about a growth on my lawn, not knowing what it was called or if it was fungus or mold or what, I googled "weird lawn mold fungus". The answer popped up immediately.
The internet is genius.
Of course, now that I think of it, I learned the answer to this very question in a matter of seconds by using the handy internet, which is (I hesitate to admit) a new invention since my own school days.
So, really, children now have even less reason to pay attention in school; after all, anytime they ever have a question or need to figure out how to do something the answer is only a few mouse clicks away.
Well, I suppose you still need to pay enough attention to pass that test and get promoted to the next grade level. College degrees are still a definite asset to getting a job and making a living, although I might not be the best example of that...again, a good blog topic for another day.
Here are some examples of recent questions I've asked the internet lately even though I'm fairly certain I learned the answers at some point during my school career:
Why is the sky blue?
What is the definition of "work"?
What is the normal temperature range for an adult human being?
What is that quote on the Statue of Liberty and who said it?
What does a vascular surgeon do?
Now that I've demonstrated my lack of good working memory, let me share with you what I learned today about the mold on my lawn.
This is what it looks like:
1. It is, in fact, slime mold and not fungus.
2. When I first noticed this abomination in the front yard, I took a closer look and really thought some animal had gotten sick all over our grass. And, sure enough, the common name for this is "Dog Vomit Slime Mold."
3. There is no need to get rid of "Dog Vomit Slime Mold" since it will not harm plants or animals.
4. You could eat it if you wanted to, but no one suggests you try, and, honestly, WHO WOULD DO THAT?
5. It will probably go away on its own shortly.
In case you're wondering how I found information about a growth on my lawn, not knowing what it was called or if it was fungus or mold or what, I googled "weird lawn mold fungus". The answer popped up immediately.
The internet is genius.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Government Subsidized Television
The government has given us clear TV reception.
Remember the last post (and probably several others prior to that one) where I mentioned that we are cheapskates?
Yes? So, it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that we do not have cable. We have never had cable. In fact, we went for a few months at the beginning of our marriage without a television at all.
The problem with no cable and an antenna (almost the best antenna available at Best Buy, by the way), is that next year all the television channels are going to be broadcast in HD only. Our antenna will be useless at that point.
Sooooo… in steps the government.
Because, I mean, we didn’t ask for broadcasting technology to improve. We were perfectly happy to watch the major networks with a bit of snow and some rabbit ears. So, it really wouldn’t be fair to ask us to pay for 30 channels of cable television when we only want the 15 we can get with the antenna.
To rectify the unfairness of it all, the government is providing coupons for HD TV converter boxes to all who apply.
I can only suppose that the legislators in Washington saw the injustice of the situation and spent probably a year coming up with this brilliant solution. (That’s as opposed to working on things like immigration, wars, and healthcare. I mean, come on. What’s more important? Children going to see the doctor or frugal Americans being able to watch the tube?)
So, of course we applied for and received a coupon from the government to help us out of our desperate situation.
(Let this be a warning to all of you who a.) do not have cable or satellite and b.) use only an antenna to watch television. Apply for your very own government coupon to buy a box that will allow you to continue watching TV! Do it now!)
(Or, more realistically, just keep sitting there chuckling at the fact that someone out there actually does not have cable and has to buy a special device to continue watching the 15 channels they do get in order to keep up with all the new fangled technology.)
So last weekend we visited Best Buy, armed with our government issued coupon for a magical TV converter box.
I have no idea what HD does or means. I don’t have a clue how this box hooked up to our TV now gives us crystal clear picture on our 15 channels, but it does. No more moving the antenna around to find the least blurry view. We even get an on-screen TV show guide. We are moving up in the world.
Thank you, U.S. government.
Remember the last post (and probably several others prior to that one) where I mentioned that we are cheapskates?
Yes? So, it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that we do not have cable. We have never had cable. In fact, we went for a few months at the beginning of our marriage without a television at all.
The problem with no cable and an antenna (almost the best antenna available at Best Buy, by the way), is that next year all the television channels are going to be broadcast in HD only. Our antenna will be useless at that point.
Sooooo… in steps the government.
Because, I mean, we didn’t ask for broadcasting technology to improve. We were perfectly happy to watch the major networks with a bit of snow and some rabbit ears. So, it really wouldn’t be fair to ask us to pay for 30 channels of cable television when we only want the 15 we can get with the antenna.
To rectify the unfairness of it all, the government is providing coupons for HD TV converter boxes to all who apply.
I can only suppose that the legislators in Washington saw the injustice of the situation and spent probably a year coming up with this brilliant solution. (That’s as opposed to working on things like immigration, wars, and healthcare. I mean, come on. What’s more important? Children going to see the doctor or frugal Americans being able to watch the tube?)
So, of course we applied for and received a coupon from the government to help us out of our desperate situation.
(Let this be a warning to all of you who a.) do not have cable or satellite and b.) use only an antenna to watch television. Apply for your very own government coupon to buy a box that will allow you to continue watching TV! Do it now!)
(Or, more realistically, just keep sitting there chuckling at the fact that someone out there actually does not have cable and has to buy a special device to continue watching the 15 channels they do get in order to keep up with all the new fangled technology.)
So last weekend we visited Best Buy, armed with our government issued coupon for a magical TV converter box.
I have no idea what HD does or means. I don’t have a clue how this box hooked up to our TV now gives us crystal clear picture on our 15 channels, but it does. No more moving the antenna around to find the least blurry view. We even get an on-screen TV show guide. We are moving up in the world.
Thank you, U.S. government.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Fine Arts
We are artsy-type people, to a degree.
At least, I like to think we are.
We enjoy museums (as long as we don’t have to visit them for days on end, or even for an entire day – unless it’s the Louvre). We like taking pictures (even though we’re by no means great at it). One of us (the one who is not the accountant) has fun creating greeting cards and stationery. We love music (though John definitely understands the music better than I do since he is a proficient piano player and I just sing). We attend symphonies and musicals when we can (mostly when we can get free or reduced price tickets).
Since we have lived and traveled in countries other than America, perhaps I think more about cultural and lingual differences than some. Art, music, and math are universally understood. If ever you feel isolated, ignorant, or unaccepted in a foreign country, go to the symphony (or any music event) or a museum where you can understand and enjoy the environment just as well as anyone else there who speaks the native language.
OK, that was a rabbit trail. What I really wanted to share with you today is Dame Evelyn Glennie. She is the only professional solo percussionist in the world, and we had the privilege of hearing her perform Corigliano’s Conjurer with the Dallas Symphony Orchestra Saturday evening.
We weren’t sure how well we would like it when we arrived at the concert hall, having never heard her before. But then, I figured it couldn’t be any worse than the violin concerto we endured at the last Dallas Symphony Orchestra concert we attended.
(Not that the violinist was bad – oh no! Robert McDuffie is quite talented! It’s just that, if you must know, I did not care for Rózsa’s Concerto for Violin and Orchestra, Op. 24. I’m sure some people will want to shoot me right about now, but please remember, I have already admitted that I do not understand music so well as I would like, and this is solely by humble opinion. This violin concerto was balanced out by the fact that we got to hear Copland’s Billy the Kid suite accompanied by James Westwater’s photochoreography. It was beautiful.)
I digress.
Dame Evelyn Glennie was brilliant. (And ridiculously talented what with her being a composer, performer, actress, writer, teacher, inspirational speaker, jewelry designer, and film and television personality.) We might actually buy some of her stuff.
Unless, of course, we can figure out a way to get it for free.
I mean, we are artsy and all, but we’re still cheapskates.
At least, I like to think we are.
We enjoy museums (as long as we don’t have to visit them for days on end, or even for an entire day – unless it’s the Louvre). We like taking pictures (even though we’re by no means great at it). One of us (the one who is not the accountant) has fun creating greeting cards and stationery. We love music (though John definitely understands the music better than I do since he is a proficient piano player and I just sing). We attend symphonies and musicals when we can (mostly when we can get free or reduced price tickets).
Since we have lived and traveled in countries other than America, perhaps I think more about cultural and lingual differences than some. Art, music, and math are universally understood. If ever you feel isolated, ignorant, or unaccepted in a foreign country, go to the symphony (or any music event) or a museum where you can understand and enjoy the environment just as well as anyone else there who speaks the native language.
OK, that was a rabbit trail. What I really wanted to share with you today is Dame Evelyn Glennie. She is the only professional solo percussionist in the world, and we had the privilege of hearing her perform Corigliano’s Conjurer with the Dallas Symphony Orchestra Saturday evening.
We weren’t sure how well we would like it when we arrived at the concert hall, having never heard her before. But then, I figured it couldn’t be any worse than the violin concerto we endured at the last Dallas Symphony Orchestra concert we attended.
(Not that the violinist was bad – oh no! Robert McDuffie is quite talented! It’s just that, if you must know, I did not care for Rózsa’s Concerto for Violin and Orchestra, Op. 24. I’m sure some people will want to shoot me right about now, but please remember, I have already admitted that I do not understand music so well as I would like, and this is solely by humble opinion. This violin concerto was balanced out by the fact that we got to hear Copland’s Billy the Kid suite accompanied by James Westwater’s photochoreography. It was beautiful.)
I digress.
Dame Evelyn Glennie was brilliant. (And ridiculously talented what with her being a composer, performer, actress, writer, teacher, inspirational speaker, jewelry designer, and film and television personality.) We might actually buy some of her stuff.
Unless, of course, we can figure out a way to get it for free.
I mean, we are artsy and all, but we’re still cheapskates.
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