Life feels too much like a persistent jog.
I feel like I need a bit of a breather before the final stretch.
I'm off for a weekend of much jazzing, violin-ing, and a surprise day off with my husband.
I'm returning to my almamator for the first time in a couple of years. The reason for my return is that I have been asked to be the bringer of swinging jazz to the annual Jr./Sr. Banquet. It is sure to stir a tapping toe or two.
I'm kicking it old-school tomorrow. Kinda like the Hot Club de France and its star Stephan Grappelli...

except, I'm a girl and my fingers don't move nearly as fast.

Have fun out there friends.
1 comment:
You officially need to blog again.
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