Wednesday, May 02, 2012
World-waving
The day is perking along: got up and ran to voice lesson to sing Cesar Franck's Panis Angelicus, nabbed a piece of birthday cake and sang Happy Birthday; and raced back through dewy Cooper Park for the first conference call with The National Book Award judges for young people's literature. And it all went easily: we're all so nice and agreeable! Now I must drag out the grindstone and firm up my travel plans for North Carolina events, and send marketing materials here and yon, and maybe start working on more New York events before I fly off to a track meet.
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
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Waving as you fly by.
ReplyDeleteFlying is it! Just realized the car is ill--some horrid metallic eruption. May have to run to the track meet!
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