Um, I had to explain that I’d lost my car WITH my husband and my dogs in it. And this was a Sunday, so it’s not like the place was that crowded. So I decided to go sit by the flowers on the bench outside and think about what I needed to do. (I’d neglected to bring my cell phone. Dumb, dumb, dumb.) Then got up and I tried again to find my husband. This time another man, cuter than the first, called to me from his convertible. “I bet you lost your car.” And golly, he was so darn adorable with his tan and his sunglasses—and his car was pretty hot--I thought, “Hm. Maybe I’ve tumbled down some fantasy Alice-in-Wonderland hole and he’s come to take me away. Forget the groceries!”
By way of explanation, I have been thinking a lot about paranormals lately. I’m gearing up to start another series, so all sorts of weirdness has taken root in my addled brain. Gosh, when I start creating a new book or a story or even a project, I am lost to this cruel world. My brain moves into another realm completely.
Then I realized, I’d been looking for the WRONG car. We own four. We’d driven to the grocery store in David’s car, not mine. And sure enough, I started my aisle-by-aisle trek again and spotted my husband grinning at me from behind his steering wheel. We laughed and laughed. The dogs were happy to see me.
I could feel really stupid. But I got home and dug up this article I cut from the New York Times last Sunday about violin soloist Phillippe Quint who left his $4 million instrument in a cab, as has Yo-Yo Ma (cello, taxi trunk), Gidon Kremer (violin, Amtrak train), Lynn Harrell (cello, taxi), and Peter Stumpf (cello, front step).
Which makes me very glad we sell Steinways. So far no one has misplaced one. (At least not one of ours.) Which is not to say, we've never had other problems. Three weeks ago, we were sitting through the first number in a concert with Leonard Slatkin featuring his friends, including Peng-Peng Gong, an amazing 14 year old. Check him out at http://www.sibeliusmusic.com/cgi-bin/user_page.pl?url=pengpeng
Which is a Very Roundabout and Sneaky Way to Introduce My Small CONTEST for You to Own Part of a BIG PIANO.