April 8, 2013

Regretfully deleted the photos Huseyen sent of his silk carpets. Beautiful they were, but in the end one could neither afford nor use them. Now.

Linda and I took the Shut-In trail north toward Pisgah, a good piece in the blazing perfect light. My plantar’s wart lit up every time a root or stone pressed against it, so conditions other than meteorological were not ideal. Warbling of grosbeaks, pounding of an invisible pileated woodpecker. Moss of extraordinary thickness and range of bluish greens.  Drank one of the Biltmore Rieslings and slept through the afternoon, then rehearsal. Dinner for Steve’s birthday at TGI Friday’s. Up early, listening to Baroque opera.