old, but not old enough (yet)?

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! I just pulled a silvery white (almost pretty, if not thinking of everything connected to it) hair from my head. It might be my old mutation though, it was superthick and totally different from other strands of hair, but STILL. So, all the signs of age hit me like an anvil falling down from the ceiling onto my approximate location in the chair. Not pretty. My only consolation is this: I went to Il Divo for free (NO, that is not the consolation!). They sang at the MTS centre in Winnipeg last Monday and my very good friend J, her little inhabitant in its large swimming pool (she's very pregnant) and I got tickets for free from some friends who couldn't go (well, the baby came in for free). I had barely heard this group, even though I have a bunch of friends who are really into them. And how much I didn't understand until afterwards... but that's another story. Anyways, so I was quite excited to visit the MTS centre, since I'd never been there, and was prepared to meet a whole bunch of cheese. It started very nicely with an awesome pianist, and then i divas came on stage, and the centre immediately transformed into a giant cheese fondue, and most people there were VERY open to every kind of cheese that was served (while I'm a bit more picky about my cheese) I kind of got used to the style though, after gulping down an enormous portion of american cheddar (the inoculation?), and surviving. Now and then, a little piece of excellent gruyere or scottish glenphilly cheddar was noticed, among the songs that to my knowledge not were covers of original cheese productions (celine dion, mariah carey, etc etc) (?), but it was often pretty soon drowned in the major divo of the quartett, who seemed to enjoy setting his intestines in resonance, and whose inbetween-songs-chatting was rather excessively.... well, I wouldn't want to overuse the expression here, but I guess "cheesy" is the most accurate adjective. And hereby I'm also able to deliver my own piece of Edam or Gouda (keeping with the theme, nationality of said cheeses of course totally intentional) - being in love is probably a prerequisite for enjoying much of the music, and I did enjoy some of the lyrics rather well. It's like cheesy poetry.. all of a sudden you don't go "EWWW" anymore, but your pupils turn heartshaped and pink, and you need a good friend to hit you on the head before you become unbearable as company. Anyways. I met one of those we got the tickets from a few days ago, a very wonderful lady, who wondered how we had enjoyed the concert. Might be one of the occasions when one gracefully keeps the totally honest sentiments to oneself, and expresses gratitude for the experience. Which I did, and the gratitude was totally honest, because it was a superfun experience, and I loved being able to spend some time with J (luckily she had the exact same opinion as myself, which made it all so much more enjoyable).

Back to the topic though. Looking at average age of audience at the concert, perhaps I'm not as old as my silvery strand of hair implies. It's gone btw. I.e. not attached to head. Instead I attached it to the wall. It's probably a vain attempt into making me more serious about time passing and work needing to be done.

ear and throat pain

My throat hurts. And my left ear. I wonder if that is bad. It seems to be residue from the flu I had 3 weeks ago. D and I bought tickets for Sweden in August a few days ago :) And today it was 18 degrees. About time!

I was leading a choir practice today. Not as nervous as last time a few year ago... I seem to like to be in the dictator position. Scary. At least the population of my choir seemed to be happy. And on saturday I played chamber music (Bach and Mozart) in a quartett with a violin, viola and cello. Amazingly fun. Tomorrow is monday, and I have to finish off grading the last lab reports. And a thousand over things. Argh. Also going to see Il Divo with Jessica, she had an extra ticket. That could be fun.