Adventures Commence!

I thought I might get to the top of that Wait-List in the sky before I got to the top of the apartment Wait-List.

But, it has happened...

I'm at the top
at Dock!

First, another paper sheet-storm
turned in yesterday for
the Great Governing Arbiter
to confirm
that I am not a perp of
nefarious dealings,
avoider of debts,
or any other unholy activities.

Check!

Next up, the now vacating tenant
turns in the key.
Next, management takes a month...
updates,
repairs,
refurbishes
to hold up their end,
whilst scheduling me
Again!--
to review a lease,
governing regs,
the money part,
sign here, sign there,
date this, date that.
And again!
The last meeting is called
Settlement!
Get down!
I get to inspect the Apartment!

Oh, yes...

Then, I get the key.
I move in.

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And, that's not all!

Keoni begins his next adventure!

He's sorted through the wonderful results from his graduate school applications and auditions to arrive at his choice of Juilliard. They sent him this Welcome to Juilliard that you can view. (I'm avoiding nefarious activity, so I'll just give you the YouTube link instead of blog-publishing their video.)

Even before Keoni shared the video he received, I was dancing here in Pennsylvania. 

Fast Breaking News Desk: Just this minute got a photo text from him. He's playing in the Charleston, SC, symphony this week. His host where he's staying took this of him...

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And, Wendy shared her video of Aidan's cello recital last Saturday at Philly's Union League...(earbuds recommended)...

What's not to love! watching and listening to this fine young man develop not only the skills that make this music possible, but feeling, more and more, his music growing into beautiful expression. It fills my heart and my feet keep dancing.

Elgar perfectly expressed my mood over recent months; often to sigh into sadness of journey's end in view; yet all the while, a grateful wonder that I am still here.

Aidan after his recital.

Finding Wendy and John hanging out in Philly while Aidan was in orchestra practice.

Wendy and John finding Aidan and I at Rittenhouse Square.

This might be the best thing about a cell phone in your pocket--you can find each other. (But so far mine hasn't helped me find myself.)

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Soon, I will consult with Toby. The brochure for Dock housing said no pets in the apartments, but hidden from view for later revelation is that the Senior Citizen residents can have one pet which I learned yesterday during the paper appointment. At hearing that, my mind leapt to having Toby with me at last; then, that self-interest faded to what I would take away from him--six years of ratting, mousing, playing with his food; hunting in the woods, the barn; bossing dogs, playing with dogs, sleeping with dogs; prowling amongst hay bales; rolling in gravel and dirt. I paused, it seems so unjust to ask him now to adjust to 572 sq.ft. without outdoor access, save a walk in a harness on a leash. And, he bites. (Though not lately.)

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Spring is a verb. Spring, the noun, is springing, for sure. The windows are open. Everything and everyone is shifting gears for the ride into summer.

A tree is trimmed in our little cul de sac. 

Marge's fish are active again.

Clusters of frog eggs Aidan and I saw a couple of weeks ago in the little pond by the farm have been hatching uncountable polliwogs.

Aidan and Sebastian.

Behind Marge's.