October 2, 2012

I give a class at the conservatory where my guitarist-for-Friday teaches. He has his students writing hybrid Choro, inspired by my project, and I give them some background on the style. He checks in on their progress, and then we play Diabinho Maluco all together. Fun. I rendezvous with my daughter at work and we “adventure”with our plucky little boy, now into climbing, spelling out signs (S-C-O-T-C-H-P-I-N-E), and choosing our direction at each fork in the path. In the evening we have a festive dinner at home. Tomorrow I’ll have to leave them for the conference hotel. I wish it wasn’t so, but that’s the reason I get to be here in the first place. Already I feel the saudade creeping in. I wish I lived closer so this could be a weekly occurrence, I wish so many things that won’t come true. But right now I am here, so I settle back and enjoy what is, without looking further down the road.

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