This week we have extra rehearsals. We are actually starting to sound like an orchestra. Typically we don't end the practice session until 9:15 or 9:30, and by that time of night my brain sees the notes but doesn't send out the proper signals to my left hand to play them. Throw in a sharp or flat note and I'm a gonner.

I've got the paper work ready to sign up for next quarter of orchestra. I just need to cough up the $20. I think next month I have to pay for my rental. Eek! I paid two months in advanced when I got it.

The ages of those in the orchestra range from what I guess to be about 10 years old all the way up to senior citizen. In the cellos there is this groovy lady named Doby who is a dyed in the wool Shrone! She even wears a crocheted, bright red hat with floppy brim! She often says to me that in her next reincarnation she wants to come back when there aren't eye glasses or keys, that technology will have found a way to replace these items. I will have to get her picture taken one day, perhaps at the concert? She distributes her poems to the orchestra. She gave us one for Valentine's Day.

There is a second Shrone in the violins. She's senior citizen aged, but doesn't wear any funky hats.

Tomorrow night we will rehearse yet again, then on Saturday we have a morning rehearsal from 9-11 am. Saturday is going to be a full day. It starts off with the rehearsal, then I have a 2 o'clock wedding, then in Seattle I have a 7 pm wedding. Pooky found out that someone at work will also be attending the Seattle wedding. Small world in action. Well, the bride's parent's live here in town, so it doesn't surprise me that someone else who lives here would be invited. It is a small community and everyone knows just about everyone else. Pooky was pleased that he'd know someone at the wedding—someone to talk to, as he put it.

I smell like onions. I made a Philly cheesesteak for dinner and I still reek of them. Time for sleep. I hope I don't start bowing in my sleep.