We're off with the morning plane/across the raging main--hey, somebody has to do it. And this time I'm not taking much computer firepower with me, which might mean that this will be my most extended blog holiday since I set up shop way back in--what was it, aught six? I see by the stats that my numbers are way down lately. That doesn't really mean that I've lost interest in blogging per se. It probably does mean that I no longer feel the need to be one of those chatterbox wannabees who act as if the world awaits their every word. I'm more inclined to let it pass for a few hour, maybe even a few days.
No time for that at the moment, in any event. I did want to offer some sort of lament/salute to Joyce DiDonato--no, dears, nothing bad has happened to her. But I think I heard her say that last Saturday's performance in La Cenerentola will be her last in this signature role. Too bad for us, but I see her point. I do hope she will continue with other stuff, including that magnificent three-in-a-bed that ends Le Comte Ory. Never too old for a three-in-a-bed, dear. Meanwhile, I have a plane to catch...
No time for that at the moment, in any event. I did want to offer some sort of lament/salute to Joyce DiDonato--no, dears, nothing bad has happened to her. But I think I heard her say that last Saturday's performance in La Cenerentola will be her last in this signature role. Too bad for us, but I see her point. I do hope she will continue with other stuff, including that magnificent three-in-a-bed that ends Le Comte Ory. Never too old for a three-in-a-bed, dear. Meanwhile, I have a plane to catch...
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