Friday we looked at a few houses that we can't buy until we sell our house in Tucson, so it was just another exercise in "seeing what's out there." I guess it's good to know there are houses in Pittsfield we wouldn't mind living in...

On Saturday the members of the search committee from 1st church, Pittsfield, took us to Tanglewood, the summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, for a picnic supper and concert. The supper was lovely, the grounds are gorgeous, the weather was perfect (70s, sunny, breezy), and the

company was fun. The concert--Mahler's 3rd Symphony--was long and infuriatingly boring: An Ode to Narcolepsy. My apologies to any Mahler enthusiasts out there, but after 2 hours of slow wandering meditations on ADD, interspersed with brief spasms of "Wake up!" music, followed by another hour of meandering to nowhere, I was ready to start throwing leftover pasta salad at the orchestra to get them to STOP PLEASE WE CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!! Then James leaned over and whispered, "Will this ever end? If there's

another close-up of the flutists, we're in trouble," whereupon there was another close-up of the flutists and I began to giggle uncontrollably, which set off other members of the search committee sitting near me, which led to 20 minutes of stifled laughter and groans as the orchestra banged out the final

frustrating crescendo. Why James Levine chose this particular piece when they're already suffering from low attendance is beyond us. But despite Mahler, it was a great evening and we look forward to many visits to Tanglewood in our future.

Today we drove up to North Adams, MA, to go to Mass MoCA--the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art. While we were

there, it poured down rain. The last time we were at Mass MoCA a few years ago, it poured down rain. Hmmm. Anyway, we loved a couple of the exhibits and were disappointed in others, but the museum itself is always a treat, created out of an old mill and retaining lots of industrial character. We'll be going back there a lot, too!
James spent half an hour yesterday on the phone wrangling with Wells Fargo bank agents, trying to get the pin number on his new ATM card to work. Their answer was, "Go to your local branch in person and they can help you." No matter how many times he explained that we're in Massachusetts and will be leaving for London, England, on Tuesday and won't be back in Tucson for months, they kept saying, "You have to go in person to a bank branch..." So finally he hung up on the human helpers and called the automated robot back and told it to change the pin number from the old one (the one that no longer worked) to a new one, and it made the change spit spot

no problem. The card works fine now. And we gave it a work-out this weekend, replacing James's iPod that broke down on our trip across the US, and replacing my digital camera that broke down while we were in San Francisco and has been working only marginally since then. So all pictures on the blog today and until further notice are taken with my new Kodak EasyShare Z712 IS (with 7.1 megapixel resolution and 12x optical zoom).
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