March 2, 2009

Dreamed of a fortune teller who made predictions by pouring ashes on a plate and looking at the result (like tea leaves); seeing a map of the world in one formation but noticing that it was actually printed on the plate; Tony and Carmela Soprano riding a ski lift where you faced sideways and crossed your legs; meeting a sexy woman.

Donald came over and we went out to dinner at the Red Lobster.  I ate lobster-stuffed tilapia, for the first time.

Afterward they dropped me off at the Columbus Centre, a few blocks to the south, for choir practice.  Giuseppe and the pianist went through the whole piano role in Cavalleria Rusticana, in addition to the chorus parts, so we cooled our heels quite a bit. (When it was finished I quipped "One more time!") When we sang the Requiem too loudly, Giuseppe said "If it were your funeral how would you like it if people were noisy?" but I don't think I'd mind it.

Finished reading Born on a Blue Day.  Daniel Tammett has an unusual yet valuable eye for detail.