I'm only happy when it rains

Music: Michael Campbell
Book: technical trading online - Roth & How to settle an estate - Leimberg

I was asked to be an executor (female version is called the executrix - just found that out) for someone's estate in the unfortunate event that something happens to her/her family. Thought I should read up on the duties. Interesting stuff. I'm fighting a terrible cold at the moment. My voice is gone and I cough every time I breath in air. Not a good sign. Not exactly sure how I'm going to perform a show at the Wine Cafe this Friday night, but I'm toughing it out and sucking on cough drops. So sad. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I have a charity gripe. Maybe this only happens to me or maybe only the charities I support BUT each time I send someone money, within days - damn near light speed - I receive a thank you note with an envelop for another donation along with a request to possibly INCREASE my donation amount. First off, that seems like a waste of money to send me a letter. I want my money to help the charity NOT send thank you notes to make me feel better. But it doesn't make me feel better at all when instead of feeling "thanked" I feel cheated and sad. Was my initial contribution so minute that they thought it necessary to send me a note urging me to dig deeper into my purse? Or is that just standard and if so, how terrible to think that one person can give $50 and another can give $5000 and both are asked within a week to "give a little more". Maybe I'll start dontaing anonymously. Afterall, we don't really contribute to charity for the tax write-off. At least I hope that's the case. We give to GIVE. Somehow it all seesm a bit crazy. Must blow my nose...

Hi

Music: none
Book: Velez & Capra

Des Moines was a bust due to horrid weather...but I'm gonna make it up to everyone. Off to Iowa City at the Mill this Saturday with Chadly. Should be great. Mr. Fiance is planning his bachelor party in Vegas. I'm thinking I'd rather stay here in Minneapolis for mine *smile* Thank god fall is almost here I need everything to die in my yard. I've had several trees keel over from Dutch Elm Disease to the tune of several thousand dollars. Now, there are no more elms left to kill so I'm hoping the cash flow purging will now come to an end. Jeez. I'm booking xmas shows at the Mall of America this December and am so excited to be invited back. Last year was a phenomenal experience. Deck the halls and all that crap. I should post more about the Rolling Stones concert from last week which was rip your heart out fantastic. I'm still digesting the music...the experience...Mick....*ahhhhhh*

Rain rain

Music: Robert Randolph
Book: Pimsluer French III

Off to Des Moines in the middle of a glorious rain storm. Mr. Fiance will be up to his eyeballs with the Rolling Stones from tomorrow through Wednesday. My lovely Aunt Candy is flying in from Chicago to see the concert with me at the Xcel center on Tuesday. I could be one of four people excited about having blues legend Buddy Guy open for the Stones. Hurray for the blues. Stop down to Java Joes in Des Moines this evening for some solo acoustic music starting at 9:30pm if you can make it. I know you won't be out boating in the storm so come inside for some soup and music. *smile*Must run. Much love - Anne