Blame Canada

Sorry

I haven't been writing much.

On the upswing, I have started working out at my fitness club. It's going very well.

Also, heard about this today. Dollars to donuts that at 36, I'm too old to audition.

If I Were Queen....

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:


Her Exalted Highness Duchess Zesty the Eldritch of Midhoop St Giggleswich

Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Props to Ragdoll who put me on to this.

Zesty Life: The Horror

No, your eyes do not deceive you.

It's September 14 and you are looking at a freakin' CHRISTMAS DISPLAY AT SEARS.

Breather

I gotta take a break. Be back soon.

Goodbye Luciano

I was genuinely choked up this morning when I heard that Luciano Pavarotti had died. I was very fortunate to hear him perform live on one occassion. When I lived in New York, I went with a group of friends from school to Pavarotti's concert in Central Park. I couldn't see him on the big screens, never mind see him in person, but it was enough to just hear him, to experience that glorious voice sailing across the air of a summer's night.

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Esther and I came this close to resigning on Friday. My one bright light was the email I got from my niece Rosy, as dictated to my Dad as follows:

Dear Auntie Zesty,

I enjoyed both of your e-mails.

Have a good weekend. I miss your cats.

Love,
Rosy