This afternoon we had our last concert of this project. Our conductor planted several surprises for us and the audience beforehand. During Satie's Parade he had one of the percussionist bring him a drink, presumably from the empty bottles that he has to play shortly thereafter. In the encore, a fast-paced flamenco dance piece (to which he danced rather than conducted yesterday) he had my stand partner throw a flower to him which he put in his teeth as he stomped his heels. He walked into the orchestra and gave it to the principal oboist. At the bows, he presented it to a young girl in the first row. It's been fun to have him.
And now for something different. Saying goodbye to people after the concert, making selections from the convenient store, bowing to those around me as I get in line for the bus--the impending departure gives an oppotunity to feel their worth in a new way. Looking forward and looking forward some more.