Easing on down the road, my daughter’s room is almost finished - and the first room in the house that will be completely done (well, almost — except for the closet and the drawers and door for the built-in dresser).
Did you think that when I said it was going to be a Prairie style house I was pulling your leg?
Yesterday I had ‘FMT on - Marriage of Figaro - while I put a final coat of shellac on all the woodwork. I thoroughly enjoyed that.

And today I washed all the screens, installed all the hardware and will hang the grasscloth wallcovering. Stay tuned.
This title reminds of “The Wiz”. I saw it in LA when it premiered, caught a glimpse of Diana Ross in person when I was there. The movie was a bit of a flop, but it did make me realize what an amazing performer Diana Ross was (is)!
A bit further with this digression — I was there staying in LA with my friend Jerome (also a violinist), someone told me he died of AIDS or something. I was thinking about making a music career there. Jerome was black - from Gary Indiana, we went to DePaul together, he was gay, and had a lifestyle that was out of control sometimes. He only hit on me once or twice, I think the second time I made it very clear that our friendship was not going in that direction -enough said about that. He always made fun of me looking at the girls, saying if I wasn’t careful I might catch something.
I never did the LA thing. All the show biz stuff was too much of a zoo for me and I just couldn’t wrap my brain around the place. And it seemed nobody was from there - everybody was from some place else, and they were all going to make lots of money.
Anyhow, I never saw Jerome after ‘79. Talked on the phone a few times (this was before email), and then I heard he died. Now, every time I hear something from The Wiz, or even The Wizard of Oz, I think of him.


























































