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Went out today to do grocery shopping for my ill mother. This is easier to do if she doesn't come along and twiddle over things, but just dictates a grocery list. I don't mind shopping for food: if I can't shop for things to read, things to eat are the next best choice. (Shopping for things to wear is a necessary evil at best in my book.) Even if I don't eat them myself: bananas, raisin bread, and yogurt are not on my regular list, but at least I can find them.
Apparently there's an art to buying exactly the brand, style, and size of food that have been requested, because other people who've shopped for my mother haven't mastered it. I didn't have any trouble, but I did have trouble getting some of these things. Safeway not only doesn't carry plain graham crackers, they don't care.
In the evening, down to le petit Trianon for a concert by the Cypress Quartet. This group is basically the San Jose chamber music series' regular ensemble. Their frequent appearances often include premieres or rare modern pieces - they're working their way through a recording series of the string quartets of Benjamin Lees, a composer unjustly overlooked - but this concert was pure 19th century. (House style at my reviewing outlet would probably require grumbling over that, were I reviewing this for them.) The Cypress are an outgoing quartet who don't like to hold anything back. After good enough renditions of the Mendelssohn D Major Quartet and some salon pieces by Dvorak and Suk, they brought out pianist Ian Hobson and proceeded to bang and crash their way through Schumann's Piano Quintet most impressively.
Apparently there's an art to buying exactly the brand, style, and size of food that have been requested, because other people who've shopped for my mother haven't mastered it. I didn't have any trouble, but I did have trouble getting some of these things. Safeway not only doesn't carry plain graham crackers, they don't care.
In the evening, down to le petit Trianon for a concert by the Cypress Quartet. This group is basically the San Jose chamber music series' regular ensemble. Their frequent appearances often include premieres or rare modern pieces - they're working their way through a recording series of the string quartets of Benjamin Lees, a composer unjustly overlooked - but this concert was pure 19th century. (House style at my reviewing outlet would probably require grumbling over that, were I reviewing this for them.) The Cypress are an outgoing quartet who don't like to hold anything back. After good enough renditions of the Mendelssohn D Major Quartet and some salon pieces by Dvorak and Suk, they brought out pianist Ian Hobson and proceeded to bang and crash their way through Schumann's Piano Quintet most impressively.
