Beauty without words

It is beyond incredible that music can speak so much more clearly, more honestly, more specifically than any other communication, but that it can never be described justly. It's just impossible to convey the right feelings outside of actually experiencing it. And the listening experience is different than the creating experience, although sometimes just as powerful (especially if you realize that, hey, you're not that good at, say, the bassoon.)

That was heavy! On a lighter note...

After posting on everybody else's blogs, I dusted off the PC and got busy making my own. (Our Mac has some trouble loading the site. Beyond that I have no idea what's going on.) Let's hope it's worth something. I really do feel the pressure. Hey, if it's a quantity over quality thing, I'm all set!

Tonight Dan and I finally broke out of our protective coating and broke bread with our neighbors. They are great people, young like us with one daughter, and we had an absolute blast. Thanks to Caity and Joel's invisible hand, we're bonding over all the neighborhood issues and all the richer for it. Much as we like the dates we go on once in a while, it was fun to bond with another fam like our own.

If anyone's interested in WHY I was losing it over music earlier in the post...well, you've felt that way too.