A series of hair-raising connections yesterday eventually arrived me at Nashville. I am now waiting for my suitcase & guitar to be delivered within the next hour. Chicago O'Hare is now a hair-raising hub (mea culpa) for any loyal United (or American) flyer. "When O'Hare sneezes the world catches a cold" as has been said. But at least the traveller got here.
To a dribbling psyche, which is common on my first day, add a minor attack of Devil Disease, whatever that might be. So, not quite firing on all cylinders although a good & useful r&r this morning.
The Little Horse is back from her performance this lunchtime, & about to go to her book-signing at Waterstone's on Princes Street ("Living Out Loud") at 10.00 this time, 16.00 Edinburgh time. And I'm off to cheer for the new Wesley Snipes and, hopefully, some other cinematic art forms featuring things which blow up or terrify very loudly with amazing special effects. I shall be jumping up & down on behalf of my Sister & myself at the cinema complex where, on several occasions, we have had great fun enjoying movies which no one over the mental age of 10 should have any interest in at all.
09.39
Yo! Yo! My stuff has arrived! The handle on the guitar flightcase is broken but - hey! - it's here.
"Any fool can play something difficult."
