Major,
yet
standard,
maintenance,
re
vehicle
and
other
aspects
of
life,
first
down
the
long,
basically
-beautiful
path
to
Marin,
pick
up
a
loaner
and
head
back
to
another
heartless,
pure
blue
sky
and
the
great
expanse of burnished hills,
for errands and score-study of Sergei Prokofiev's Autumnal Sketch, Samuel Barber's Two Choruses: I, and Benjamin Britten's Our Hunting Fathers: Prologue --
returning
to
the
scene
of reparative crimes with Harriet,
then south
with her to
Celia's,
a
brief
investigative
fashion
reconnoiter
and
homeward
over
the
plains
and
amongst
ridges
in
the
striking
early
light-and-shadow to continue the orchestral performance edition of The Twelve Fingers: XII. March (page 11). High 95 (84 in San Rafael, 54th day 90+ locally), 143rd summer day for the year.
