Another lovely evening here at the Osprey Beach Hotel.
Sunday night is always BBQ night. The music and the good times flowed as usual.
And I have just been afirmed in the most amazing way possible.
I sang tonight. Norah Jones. I was received like never before with applause, and encores!

A man visiting one of my 50+ friends named Pete (mass guy) hung out with Jenny and I tonight. He encouraged me so very much! "Sing," he said. "And don't stop singing. Your voice sounds like velvet. I am no production guy or anything, but you have a beautiful voice." What a kind man. So, he will be bringing 12 college students down in June to do an archaeology dig and wants me to come back. What fun.

Must chauffeur Jenny Fair home. Tis the task of a sad servant such as I. Whimper Whimper. No, but really, it's 11:50 and time to sleep. I have a hard day of, well, a little homework, sunburn recovery (not too bad, Mom), and your basic beach walking/sail boating/ underwater basketweaving etc.

All my love to those who I love (which are you because nobody else reads this but you :)