071113 - PTO Day 4

A single strand of hair announces the official end of my youth. For the first time in over thirty-one years, a gray--or, against my jet black hair, white--hair is found. I save it to commemorate.

Late afternoon, I visit my mother at her work and when she gets off, we have dinner together. I had not seen her in quite some time, or so it seemed, and fill her in on my recent events. She shows a little resentment in that I, again, made decisions without consulting the family. That the decision is something she would have approved of to begin with does not get factored in somehow. This is a trait that surfaced only recently in her, and seems to become more and more pronounced as she ages. I do eventually convince her that I am doing the right thing.

I attend the Camerata Pacifica event at the Huntington Library in the evening. After a violin sonata by Schubert, comes Beethoven's Trio in B flat major followed by Ravel. Wilson and another Ravel are lined up after the intermission. I leave before the latter half of the program starts.