Wheee!

I reeled for days over this prospect, me going to NYC to meet this pianist, Pilley Bianchi, and write a story about her. There was a painful few days of lag time when I didn't hear from Keith. The more time passed, the more remote and ridiculous the whole idea seemed. I had about decided that I would be relieved if she told Keith it wouldn't work. I don't need to go to New York to write this story I assured Keith. "Yes, but it is so much more glamorous," he said. Yes, Keith, it is.

Then he e-mailed and said he'd talked to her and she was enthusiastic about the idea. Oh.

"I am excited, terrified, giddy, guffawing, elated and did I mention, TERRIFIED," I wrote back. "I had just about convinced myself that this was a completely insane idea, like something I had dreamt, that would never happen and shouldn't, calming myself with this pseudo Zen thinking, and then I get this e-mail and there goes my serenity! My insides feel like that lottery gadget with all the little balls jumping....Trying to remember to breath...Where's that paper poke? Has to be one around here somewhere...Whew, whew, whew, innnhale, exxxxhale..."

This was on April 29. The next day I had my first contact with Pilley, via e-mail. More heavy breathing and lottery balls jumping. Then this morning Keith e-mails me the flight confirmation. This is really going to happen!!!! More heavy breathing. Wheeeee!