Sunday evening Jerry and I went to the Indian Wells Desert Symphony at McCallum Theatre in Palm Desert. The special guest star was Peter Nero and what a treat - a privilege, really- to see and hear this master of masters. I've seen people who can make things look easy, but Peter Nero made playing the piano look effortless - so much so that if someone had said,"Go on. Esther. Go up there and take a turn on the Steinway," I honestly believe that I could have done so. That's just how amazing he is!

It was fun watching the orchestra players watch Nero. He is a musician's musician. His medley tribute to Leonard Bernstein's West Side Story is something that will remain in my head forever.

This is our last symphony before leaving for Vancouver Island, April 1. The Classical Mystery Tour, Peter Frampton, Jose Feliciano - it's been a great season for the symphony, and for us.

Perspectives

The citrus trees are blooming and an orangey-lemon scent permeates the air. It is the most exhilarating feeling to be immersed in such heavenly aromas when one does the simplest things, like going to the mailbox, or taking a walk, or opening a screen door.

There's been a bit of a heat wave (for this time of the year) in the desert with temperatures soaring into the high 90s for the last week or so. People who live here year round are a little distressed, as they worry that the summer heat will be starting early and lasting longer than usual. And it can get very hot! Temperatures soar to well over 100 degrees Fahrenheit for weeks on end.

"Usually, I don't mind the heat," one woman told us when we were out to dinner one evening. "It's hot, but it's a dry heat and that makes all the difference." Her phrase reminded me of my days in Saskatchewan where the winters are harsh. People described the cold as being a dry cold, thereby implying that the cold wasn't as bad as the cold in more humid places. When I lived in Ottawa, I found this to be true. I felt way colder there, even though the temperatures weren't as low.

Where Everyone Knows Your (Dog's) Name

It's a club of sorts. The dog park in Palm Desert is a wonderful facility for dogs and their companions. It comprises two large fenced and secure areas (separate areas for larger and smaller dogs) on the grounds near The College of the Desert. Sid and I walk over almost every morning (with temperatures in the 90s, it's important to go earlier in the day). Sid loves seeing all the college students on their way to classes. At the park, Sid runs and jumps and plays with the other canines who are mostly friendly and happy sorts. The owners sit on benches under a nice shaded canopy and talk, as the dogs romp. Sometimes we throw balls and play with the dogs, but mostly the dogs play amongst themselves chasing each other into frenzies.

Above are pictures of Sid with a few of the regulars - Buffy, Farfel, Hoola and Sparky. Sid and Hoola are the same age and are especially fond of each other.

Puppy Daze

It's been a whirlwind trying to keep up with our furry pal, Sid. So many people told us puppies were a lot of work, and we just nodded and smiled and thought, "Well, we've had puppies before." Like childbirth, I guess we just forgot what the experience was fully about. It's been almost non-stop!

We enrolled Sid in doggy school the first week and it's been awesome for us and Sidney. Lori and Sara, the women who conduct the Good Canine Citizen Program at Dream Dogs are incredible. Sidney enjoys going every week and especially loves all the other dogs in the class. He is the youngest (and most exuberant) in the class, but catches on quickly. Jerry and I go together and thoroughly enjoy the experience of working with Sid in a totally positive way. The emphasis is based on the notion of what you want the dog to do (as opposed to not focusing on the negative behaviour). An important difference.