Moda no more

Welp, this week, we got some disappointing news. We are no longer going to be owners of a Pied-à-terre in downtown Seattle. Two years ago, we put a 5% deposit on a small (very small) condo that was to be built just a block away from Tula’s where the Sweetie plays all the time.

Two years ago I was in NJ when Phil sent me a link to an article about the project, and it seemed a perfect answer to our plight, which is, we love living in the country (30 miles away from Seattle), but Phil plays and I sing so often there that it made sense to have somewhere to crash. So, we put down our deposit, and we awaited the day we would take possession.

But it was not to be…this week we got notification that so many people had pulled out of buying their condos that they have decided to turn the building (which is almost finished) into apartments instead.

I am bereft. No seriously, you don’t know how much I hate hauling my ass back and forth to Seattle in the middle of the night. Just tonight, I got off the phone with Phil and he’s waiting in a ferry line and he won’t be back home until after 1.

The good news is, of course, that we won’t have yet another mortgage (on top of our house and the investment properties) to pay, so that’s a good thing. Also, *I* wrote the check for the deposit, so perhaps I’ll buy myself a nice 40th birthday present.

In other news…I got the part of Jack’s Mother in "Into the Woods," so I will be in theater heaven/hell for the next few months. No really, I’m so happy to be doing this. Musicals are my true love. However, even in this week of first read through, I sang in a recording session for the SCC. Someone decided that we needed to re-record the "Songs of Hâfez" that we originally performed this April. As I had a (small) solo, it was a bit of a nervewracking experience, but I think it all turned out OK.

Work continues to alternate between great and draining, but I am especially grateful for the fact that I now have contacts all over the world as I view the Olympic procession this evening. I can, here, in my 40th year, finally say "yeah, I know someone in that country," for quite a few of the countries, and now it all means more to me than it used to. Of course, I don’t prepare by reading what the uniforms for the US will be in Good Housekeeping as I used to when I used to have time to read all my mother’s magazines, but I’m awed nonetheless.