Often Sunday afternoon has a touch of melancholy to it. Is that cultural or is it just me?
Today I was thinking about the past Sundays since September. Not much time for sweet sadness.
Nov. 9 (today)
I went with my sister Mary to hear the Soweto Gospel Choir. I can't even begin to describe how wonderful it was. Here, listen:
I worked on my Nanowrimo novel and on other projects. Just a bit melancholy.
Came home from Brazil. Real sadness at leaving so soon, combined with exhaustion from the 26-hour trip.
Walked in the park with Pati, found kittens! In case you missed that post, here's the picture of Charlie and his sister:
I went to a concert in Sao Paulo, heard Thomas Rohrer (Swiss but he lives in Brazil), Chris Stout (Scottish) and two Brazilian musicians--dang, can't remember their names. Afterwards, we went to eat lunch and then went to a park that overlooks the city. Here's a picture of Pati, Carlos (Chris' brother-in-law), Chris and Sarah (Chris' sister):
I rode the bus from Rio to Sao Paulo.
Went to the Botanical Gardens in Rio with Pati. Here's a waterfall in the Gardens:
Worked on the dragonfly program and anticipated an amazing trip to Brazil.
The next time I have a melancholy Sunday, maybe I'll look back at this post.