Again, it seems a long time since I've written. I seem to have lost interest in writing, pretty much. I have left my memoir to languish (although if I ever want to return to it, it's there!) Maybe because my friend Abbie didn't like it, and then shortly thereafter, she died, which I'm still in shock over. Finally I did find an obituary online. It seems to have been written only three weeks after she died (it was in an Oregon newspaper) but did not show up as a Google "hit" until last week, when I decided to google her granddaughter, who has a rather unusual name, just to see what she is doing these days. Who knows? The obituary might not have shown up simply by Googling Abbie.
Friday's concert went well. I nailed all the big notes in the Bolena duet. So now I get to do it all again on Monday the 14th. Something strange happened, though. After singing the duet I experienced such a huge adrenaline drain that I didn't sing the next two (quite easy) numbers as well as usual. Then I did get my groove back and sounded great in the Gioconda duet - and of course everyone loves "Let Me Call You Sweetheart".
My partner is getting home hospice services which is great. Both the GP that regularly comes to her house and the hospice nurse thinks she could "pass at any time"; that she might not go through the readily identifiable "active dying phase" that I saw my mother go through.
So it's just a day at a time. If things reach an obvious crisis point I will hit the "pause" button, pack a suitcase, get someone to feed my cats, and cancel any commitments for the immediate future. But that time is not now.
