Fat Tuesday

I just ate half a loaf of garlic bread...so glad that Matt is not sitting next to me at the moment. I'm enjoying a nice glass of Chianti and indulging in a last blog (not that I've had many...at all) before lent starts (Matt is also giving up surfing the internet and is at his computer upstairs trying to win a bid on Ebay for Notorius). I don't even know how much time I waste doing nothing on the internet; I check email and cnn.com compulsively and also look endlessly for Miranda's future sister, even though I know that we don't have room for another large doggie at the moment (speaking of, she is having quite the dream right now, complete with running and muffled barking). SO, I'm giving the internet up, except for two email checks a day (since I rely on email for all of my studio communication and also trying to communicate with a realtor). I am so so bummed that lent does begin so early this year, but I am also in a way glad that we will celebrate the ressurection when the flowers are blooming down here - it is hard for me to go through Holy Week while everytrhing is in full bloom. I am also dreading lent because I feel more grief this year for some reason. Not as raw, but suprisingly deep. I hate it. But it's a part of me - I will forever identify myself as someone who has lost. BUT I am also not going to wallow in misery, because my mom threatened to throw snow/rain (not lightning...she wasn't that mean) at me if I didn't keep my chin up. What a great lady - I love her.
I hope our house is sold by my next post (doubtful, but miracles do happen), that the recording with my students going on tour went as well as I think it will go, and that I will have read several books in absence of internet availability.
I am not giving up wine, by the way...