So, this will probably be the last great trombone player from the bunch. I think that, after this one, we move onto more “group” shots. I don’t know why but, somehow, my group shots came out even more blurry, which I actually realy like. There are a few anyway, that rival the “blurriness” of paintings, which I think is a good thing. They look much more impressionistic to my aging eyes, anyway.
It stopped raining today in River City and I’ve been able to spend some quality time in my office listening to my iPod while working away. I still do not have any butter. Last night, for dinner, I finished off the last of some pizza I had ordered over the weekend. Today for lunch, since I did not go food shopping, alas, I had pizza from the pizza dude who swings by in the pizza selling truck on Tuesdays and Thursdays (I think that’s when he’s here anyway.) So now I’m really sick of pizza and can probably go months without. Not to mention the fact that I probably couldn’t fit the word “pizza” one more time in that last paragraph, even if I tried. (Oh wait, I guess I just did.)
Speaking of food shopping, months without, and all, I found a cheap trip to Venice, Italy over the Thanksgiving break. I’m seriously considering pulling the plug and booking the trip. I may book as early as Monday. I have to find a “baby-sitter” for my doggie first and I want to check with Mom and Dad to make sure they won’t be too upset that I would be going to Venice instead of spending Thanksgiving Day eating chicken with them at their house. Sadly enough, I believe Mom’s already bought a chicken to roast, so this may not be an easy sell, but I have found a really cheap/nice trip to Venice and now I really want to go.
It’s a really pretty city, not to mention the fact that I bet they have some butter there. Call it a hunch.
Until next gondola…