Jam Session Sunday..

XVI

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two---is gone.

XVII

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp
Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way.


Ernie, Arlene, Donna and I went to a jam session Sunday. We did some usual jamming but did a Band-in-a-Box concert first. We had planned to do it in the middle of the session but someone (no one knows who) decided we should do our thing first instead of waiting for lunch time. So we had lunch early and then jammed.

I know most enjoyed it but only a few applauded spontaneously. I don't think I want to do it again.

Now it's shopping time! Heigh-ho,-heigh-ho,-it's off to Costco we go!

Later...