Thursday, May 13, 2010. As usual I managed to waste much of the day, possibly abetted by driving Fl!p to and from an ophthamologist appointment. We had a pair of gigs, the first being the monthly concert/singalong at the Willows. I sang two of my songs, because Fl!p was saving her voice. Suddenly we were singing Somebody Stole My Gal, which I had never sung. Then we got requests for Three O’Clock In The Morning and Beyond The Sea. And when we sang Home On The Range, it was brought to my attention that I still don’t know the third verse – air is so pure, zephyrs so free, breezes so balmy and light (bear in mind this is about Kansas, dry land’s answer to storms at sea). So now I do.
Then on to the Housing Co-Op, where Fl!p was calling playparties. They were running way behind, and people were milling about smiling at each other and being cooperative. Coming from a dour culture, I get all distrustful when people smile for no reason. Eventually they finished burning their bad feelings in the bonfire and Fl!p called about six playparties and split. That’s less calling time than they paid for, but an hour of hanging around being invited to eat desserts that she can’t has to count for something.
