We hit the road late this afternoon after my choir gave a concert at a nursing home. What a fantastic audience! Attentive and musically knowledgeable. Singing along. Two gentlemen in the front row calling out appreciative comments at random moments. Loved them and love the quirky souls in my choir. Especially our funny and cranky and charismatic choir director who told me I looked like "a sumptuous dish of sherbert" in my spring pastels. She'd insisted on spring colors which was a bit of a challenge for me who usually wears black. But I obliged her. We all did. Grumbling, we lay aside our New York uniforms of black and gray and navy and made ourselves a colorful garden. We looked festive. Now the man and I are traveling. Going to one beloved child's graduation and collecting another from her junior year. Sweet. That's a photo of me in my spring sherbet colors, on the road in our groovy new automobile.