Klez

Mishka is curled on her side on the desk, pushing a paw against my arm in a yawn.

The delight of the day was a rehearsal of two songs for this coming Monday night's "Klezmania!" concert at the JCC; it has become a Boulder tradition for Christmas Eve.

Then groceries, cat food, piles of mail, discovering I was too late for a meeting so ending up at the Boulder Book Store instead. On my way out, a brave young busker on the Mall was offering to compose poems for people on the spot, in return for a fair donation. How brave. Also brave enough to suggest that my donation was somewhat paltry, and to give me a chance to remedy my mistake. I cannot remember the spontaneous poem, but I certainly remember her poise and her guts.

I am falling asleep at the keyboard. More tomorrow.

G'night...