Life has been a strange, up-and-down journey the last two weeks. I'm not going to try and summarize the last couple of weeks, but I will promise to write in the blog more often.
I'm listening to Paul Potts rendition of Music of the Night, that famed piece from Phantom of the Opera. I know it's a populist piece of music and looked at askance by more than a few lovers of theatre, but I have to say, when he does it...
It's a stunning piece of music. It staggers your soul, leaves you reeling.
I'm not here to blather on and on about how much I love a piece of music, or how much music means to me. I'm sure there are a thousand people who can do that with more clarity, passion, and intelligence than me, so I'll just leave it except to say that sometimes, just sometimes... Music hits me harder than I expect it to.
So I'm now volunteering at the local animal shelter, taking the various and numerous dogs for walks, playing with them, generally living out my dog-related fantasies so that I don't have to freak out that mom and dad are probably the most pet-averse people on the planet. THAT is what I call being proactive! Booyakasha! This should prove to be instructive, if not a little harrowing, and most certainly entertaining.
Right, I'm off for a dinner date in a bit, so I ought to get ready. Peace out everybody!
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