You have to forgive me if my writing becomes garbled and my spelling is worse than normal, because the keyboard that I am typing on has all sorts of wild squiggles and loopdy loos that keep destracting me into believing that I am about to hit teh wrong key. Well, as you may have guessed I am in thailand now. After a dizzing journey were you enter a twighlightzone of multiple meals and wierd sleepinh. We were welcomed by the faculty at the assumption University here in Bangkok, but we are heading out
today for Vietnam. So far I have not had a chance to exlore and opted on the sleeping and practicing route since we will be back here for almost an entire weekafter Vietnam.

It is easy for the simple luxuries of life to become highlighted after spening an eternity in a plane-hot showers and air conditioning, and the ability to walk around!

We have been enjoying the last two days that we have spent on my Aunt Janet’s beach front property in Burien, just outside of Seattle.

The view is spectacular, with the snow covered peaks rising up from the water. We awaken to the cries of seagulls feasting on low tide goodies. I love looking out the window when I am practicing and watching the waves and sunshine. I guess sunshine is rare here, but we have had nothing but bright days since we arrived.

Unfortunately both my car and husband are prone to illness. I adore both of them, our car, a diesel beetle, is reliable, economic, has great pick-up and gets amazing fuel mileage. And Wes has the ability to see beauty in even the most humble and spiky creatures (he was n heaven yesterday at the Bug Zoo)! But Jezabel, our Beetle, doesn’t like watery fuel, who could blame her. She has been gasping and rasping in the morning and then with a final urging has started up with a huge cloud of black smoke. This brings back memories of some bad fuel in South Dakota over Christmas, when we ended up in Daves recovery with frozen fuel watching our dog being fed chocolate chip cookies but not saying anything because Dave was showing off his new assault rifle to his buddies ..but that is another story. Wes, for his part, figured it was a great time to get a nasty bug, and after recovery from the worst of it, still can’t seem to hear out of one ear, and has been imagining things as gory as broken ear drums and months of blocked sinuses thanks to such experiences as a child. He keeps trying to tell me that he didn’t mean to get sick just as I am about to head off for three weeks, but I am not completely convinced 😉 So a send off with a sputtering car and sneezing husband I suppose is as glorious as any. Perhaps it may sound kind of selfish, but I REALLY don’t want to get sick. For two good reasons. 1. I won’ be able to play my solo debut if I am throwing up and my ears are clogged and can’t hear anything. 2. They won’ let me into Singapore if I am from America and have any flu symptoms of any kind whatsoever….now that I mention this, lets hope no one from those countries is reading that I might be bringing such petulance into their countries. Of course in this climate a mere sniffle becomes cause for widespread panic. Luckily my husband hasn’t died yet, but even if he had, it wouldn’t necessarily be anything other than a regular old flu…..but I digress.

So we had some amazing Seattle coffee yesterday, I had new Mongolian Stallion tail hair put on my bow, and fancy French rosin, and so i am off to the races! (sorry)

I think Sushi is on the plans for today and a wonderful dinner with two cousins and their families who live in Seattle. So I guess I am getting a glorious send off after
all.

So I did manage to get out yesterday and instead of a big scary bear I ran into two very cute doggies. One was a puppy golder retriever, the other a black lab female. I thought nothing of the fact that they joined Breisha (my dog) and me on the walk until we got about 2 miles in and I noticed that they looked a little tired. There were no other hikers on the trail, no other cars and no houses near by, other than a very large summer McMasion. Then I noticed that the puppy had ribs showing. When her started chewing on a banana peel, that sealed the deal. They were abandoned or lost and neither had a collar. It broke my heart.I immediately imagined the days that they spent in the wilderness, at first a fun adventure, hiking with strangers, sleeping out under the stars, chewing on grass and elk bones. But then the hunger pains began to gnaw, and the friendly wags to strangers grew more frantic, with pleading eyes….PLEASE TAKE ME HOME…..how long had they been out there? How many people assumed that they belonged to the people hiking behind or in front of them? What if I practiced Saint-Saens for another hour and didn’t go for a walk?

See there is a moral to this story! Don’t forget about the other important things in life other than work, such as rescuing cute dogs in the mountains!
I named them Blacky and Goldy, and encouraged the plucky pair to keep up their spirits and energy just a while longer so we could get back to the trail head.
So they hopped in my beetle, it was a little tight back there with three dogs, but Goldy curled up into a tight little puppy ball and slept up against Blacky. I took them home and gave them each a bowl of dog food, which they scarfed down like wild animals (please don’t turn your stomachs girls!!) Then I headed off down a long dirt road to the no kill shelter. I begged my husband to adopt them, but after he reasoned with me about the fact that i would be gone for one month and he has allergies to most dogs, I saw the hard reality of the situation.

I hope they find a home. Good luck Goldy and Blacky!

Hello world! (or that one person who managed to look at this…just making sure I don’t have delusions of grandeur!)

So this is my blog for cello adventures, launched a week before a three week tour of South East Asia and my solo debut of Vietnam. For those of you who have helped my trip happen, you will have the privilege of getting a cd of my ramblings along the journey which will include some more personal musings, and of course actual sounds of rehearsing as well as I image honking horns in Hanoi…….I know you are loving the alliteration.

Well, back to practicing. It is a beautiful day here in Bozeman…FINALLY and what I am I doing but practicing inside instead of braving some wild mountain hike with bears waking up from hibernation….yes I DO have bear spray, and did you know that it works better than a gun most of the time!

Okay Saint-Saens is calling. I just can’t seem to get those scales even!