the company where Папа works got bought by e-bay. The Brahms concert went really well, I think. Sam, Adrienne, Rosette, Hannah and Andres all came. We got new music yesterday, more Brahms, but short pieces to be performed at Spring Fling. And I gave Sam a haircut, it still goes in a pony tail, but when it's out its shoulder length. He wants to look like an elf, so shorter is not an option. And I met with my creative nonfiction professor again today. But as I planned before, Sunday I'm just going to write. and Write. and WRITE.
Мама called me to say happy passover, Папа told me they are coming for my birthday, that they had thought about making it a surprise, but decided that it wouldn't work if I had other plans.
(And this year my birthday is the same in both calendars: 4th day of passover, April 22nd!)
yesterday:
eating pistachios and drinking peach tea on the gray carpet of the 3rd floor hallway with Hannah and Rosette. And then reading To the Light House on Hannah's bed while she sits at her desk. The light is dim, classical music plays, and we read each other passages in hushed voices.
At 1am I decided it was time to head to bed.
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