So last night’s concert, the one I was sooo excited about, didn’t happen.

Very sad. And, well, that was the plan for the evening, so to express my disappointment, I drank a little too much wine and woke up at 3:00 this morning. The good news: I got a lot of work done first thing.
The word from Radio 1190 was that Jens was stuck in bad weather. I guess he was coming from the Northwest. Tonight he’s playing in Omaha. I was tempted to jump in the car and drive there. But if he didn’t make it here, how can I be sure he can make it there? Then I’d be drinking too much wine again, but I’d be in Nebraska.

Instead, I spun up some Easter egg-dyed yarn.

I thought about the good things that happened this week, like having a drink with my friend Cathy, and glimpsing (but not getting to say hi to -- he was too busy hosting) an old acquaintance, John, who has grown quite a moustache.

His was between the gringo and the connoisseur.
On my way home, I stopped at
Twist & Shout, bought the new DeVotchKa album and had a funny little chat with the clerk that touched on local musicians grocery shopping and the home decor of
Jay Munly. I saw one person I recognized at the store ... a transgender flamenco musician who talked with me a few years ago about promoting her album, but unfortunately, I just couldn’t get behind the music.

But last night ... well, we wound up going out for a bite to eat and that was pretty much it. Today? I’m taking the day off, so I only worked about 4 hours this morning. I think we’re going to go check out some art around town. Maybe go to a museum or get crazy and go to two tonight.
Other than that, not feeling inspired to groove on Denver. This city used to be a place I loved. Now I find it perplexing. Perhaps the greater-than-previous concentration of people who moved here to ski and view sporting events, neither of which floats my metaphoric boat.
I’m going to take a workshop in May on spinning
mohair.
I’m thinking about taking an art class.
Could go back to a writing workshop.
Just looking for a reason to keep liking Denver ... even when the disappointment drags me down.