O mio babbino caro

I've bought a ticket, the cheapest one possible, to see Kathleen Battle at the Boettcher Concert Hall in Denver next Saturday.  I still feel like it's a joke, and I'll show up to find that it's Kathleen Battle's stand-in or a clown.  She's singing my favorite song (next to Midnight Train to Georgia), which is O Mio Babbino Caro from Gianni Schicchi by Puccini. Also some things by Gershwin, but I didn't want to look at the list too long so that it will be somewhat of a surprise. 

Next week, I'm going to a conference on mobilizing volunteers in North Colorado.  The conference is in Fort Collins, and I still have to decide whether I want to book a room for Thursday night.  To be honest, staying in hotels always unnerves me, but it would make it easier to get started on Friday morning at 8 if I didn't have to make the 30 minute drive, park, etc.  We'll see... I also need to write a convincing proposal that will persuade the county to let the Youth Corps use facebook as a promotional tool.  Personally, I feel pretty weird about facebook, but I can understand its use better professionally.  The Colorado Youth Corps Association has a facebook page with updates about youth corps activities throughout the state as well as conservation news.  I have a fear, though, that spending so much time on the computer is making it pretty difficult for me to fall asleep at night.  It's like there's a constant whirring in my head, that is slowly spreading to my arms and legs, which should be an indication that something is not quite right, so I am thinking about trying to visit some more conservation projects on site so I will have something to write about in newsletters and the promotional materials I am trying to create... Um.  Jobs. 

Also, to the cousin who doesn't have a blog, if she happens to read this -- the shoes that gave you blisters give me blisters too.  But I think I am going to try to stick it out because I like them so much.

I want to write a story, but I don't know what it will be about.  Whenever I try to do this, I usually get really attached to one very specific idea or image and only slowly let it become something better.  Right now, the image is basically a woman with short, curly hair who moves her hand in concentric circles over her stomach whenever she is anxious or afraid.  Um.  You see why this might be difficult to turn into a story.