Daily Archives: May 22, 2014

Thursday in San Antonio

Overcast morning, so I stayed in and did work.  Believe me, there’s plenty to do.

Exhibitor check-in opened at 1 p.m. I checked in.

And then I adjudicated a preliminary round of singing.

In a ‘small world’ coincidence, on my judging panel was a voice professor from Boston Conservatory, who of course knows Emma Sorenson (Webster BM ’13, now at BoCo) and Ryan Overberg (who I taught at Ball State years ago before he went to OCU and finally to BoCo) and Evan Michael Haas (who I taught at Webster before he transferred to BoCo).  And a former member of the Simon Carrington Chamber Singers, now at Pepperdine, was also on the jury.  The world is too very small, and we are all so connected!

Now, after surgery to part of my display (thank you, Westin staff!!), I am off to find some dinner.  My room service breakfast has long since run out.

 

From San Antonio

I arrived in San Antonio, Texas early on a Wednesday afternoon.  I’m here for the Classical Singer convention.

The rest of my day was free, so after the taxi ride with the lovely Mohammed pointing out local sites, and checking in at the Westin Riverwalk and taking a bit of rest, I set out by foot for the Rivercenter and AMC’s cinema there.

The latest Spiderman movie was a perfect way to spend a hot Texas afternoon.  And this AMC cinema had reserved seating in comfy leather recliners.  I could get used to that.

I didn’t like the 23 minutes of pre-movie AMC branding, ads, trailers (what happened to the rule that one should only have four trailers before a show?) and more AMC branding.  Plus five reminders to turn off our cell phones, which the ass to my left didn’t do at all until the movie started, and I kept hearing his camera making shutter noises as he took pics of the trailers.  Grossness was personified.

The movie over, I hobbled over to the Riverwalk and Casa Rio where I enjoyed a cheese-filled, innocuous, but thoroughly delightful Tex-Mex fiesta plate that included guac, chips and the freshest salsa this side of Mama’s kitchen, a tamale, an enchilada, a taco, chile con carne, rice, and beans.  And a mariachi band that tried to play for me twice, even after I shooed them away (like I did the overly-begging duck) the first time.  And I had a sangria.

My 15th floor room overlooks the Riverwalk, and I expect I’ll sit on the balcony for a while this evening.

Oh yes…my transit on Southwest today included a first-ever experience of sitting by a nun in flight.  She was praying the Rosary for a while, then started crocheting.  She told me the Rosary is easier.

One final note: my broken leg occurred 13 weeks ago this week.  The check up early this morning, prior to the airport run, showed quite a bit of remodeling and healing.  Said Dr. Nawas, “Your healing is right on target.  Your function, as we expected, is lagging behind.”  I’m three months in, with a six-month recovery.  My occasional frustration with the slowness of the process is usually tempered by my knowledge that this week is better than last week, that overuse leads to over-swelling, and this really, truly is a process.