Reclaiming April

In April there was more than this: Thursday Drink Night, Masa mistake, balsamic ice cream in the Mission, Easter Egg 3 o'clock, faux-birthday, strawberry rhubarb pie in Pescadero, sock monkey pillowcases, airport shoeshine, flying business class upgrade with a ringer for Dick Cheney, hanging out at Juilliard, the Romanian violinist who pleaded "I must go outside and walk around in this country!", staying up all night waiting for videos to upload, Ms. Eiko on toy piano, box seat at Carnegie Hall, bonding with a member of the Vienna Philharmonic about our mother's shared birthdays (Hitler's Birthday!), secret burger hide-out at the hotel, vloggers!, six tickets to a millionaire's party only to have to be rescued from the bouncer, taxi rides, orchestra rehearsals, almost getting shushed by the Maestro, documentary crews, press conferences, work overload, 30 minutes in Central Park, open mic night, girls night out at the Crab Shack!, 9th wedding anniversary, tulips!, melt card, romance-aquarium dinner splash, garage door lunch, anticipating Napa -- and so happy to be home.