there is...
a lack of expectation. There are no tickets for future jazz shows in our house. Some may remember my amazement last August that we had eight pairs of tickets in our house. One got cancelled when Hank Jones dumped his US tour to go to Japan, but it got replaced. Keith Jarrett was added. Some others floated in here and there. Then I searched here and there to find a big date to celebrate 22 years of April full moons with Mosaic Woman (who continues to heal from her fall). We ended up in Philly watching a band Blue Note records has put together... The Blue Note Seven ... to celebrate 70 years of recording jazz.
AND...
a build up in frustration as my sinuses have decided all on their own that they will clear up ever so slowly and my shoulder pain ebbs and flows. A week off from teaching... is now gone and I wonder why I rested if I still feel this way, while wondering how I would feel if I hadn't rested....
probably like I did yesterday after drinking the "required" wine at the Seder meal that took place at our church Thursday night. But, after we left...
we decided we needed fresh air and as we walked past our house, there it was...
The Full Moon rising into the evening sky. 22 years...
I fully expect more years, more jazz, more pain, and more colds. I am uncertain as to what I will receive and what I won't...
so into the glass studio today (a second take on a favored piece) and into a sunrise worship tomorrow...
