I don't feel as if I got any sleep this weekend. Saturday morning I had a pedicure at the Aveda Institute and then went to a going-away lunch at Liberty Tree, one of the many new restaurants on H Street. We were planning to go to an afternoon event hosted by one of my colleagues, but in the end I was laid low by my allergies.
I like the music theory class I'm taking, though I still find it challenging to recognize notes on a page and associate them with specific sounds. I also find it hard to listen to music with the same level of concentration as I read literature. When I listen to music, unless I'm actually at a live performance, it's hard avoiding doing something else at the same time, or risk falling asleep.
Now that my parents are back in the U.S., I call my mother every Sunday. She received the photos I sent of her parents and relatives from the ex-Peace Corps volunteer. I don't know if it's a function of age (hers and/or mine) but I find myself consistently exasperated and irritated by our discussions. At least we have made progress from when she used to ask me if MoBob were planning on getting divorced.