Is It Cheating? State of the Flute Duets

 Anyone else think the phrase “resealable zipper” is redundant?

Socrates in Saugerties

Also sprach Saratoga

— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail

I cannot remember my mother ever spending a dime on herself for something she didn’t desperately need. When the old ’48 finally gave out in 1955, she did buy a new car, a green Chevrolet. When the salesman said, “I can put a radio in for another twenty dollars,” my mother said, “We already have a radio at home.”

— Lewis Grizzard, If I Ever Get Back to Georgia, I’m Gonna Nail My Feet to the Ground

To get the bad news out of the way first: Word has just come in that my submission was not one of the winners for the Holyoke Civic Symphony composition competition. Ah, well. Congratulations to the victors.

For consistency’s sake I had planned to title today’s post, Seven Flute Duets in Seven Days: Day 5. However, I composed N^os. 5 & 6 today, my brain taking advantage of the scheduling anomaly which resulted in my having no Physical Therapy today. It’s not actually cheating, of course. It does mean, though, that when I compose the seventh tomorrow, I shall be ahead of schedule. What can I say? It happens.