By Li Duan
Translated by Andrew W.F. Wong
Its strings on their golden bridges, the zither in tune arises
At her fair hands' fingertips, its resonance chamber in chime.
Desiring the caring attention of the man dear to her heart,
She plays and plucks, coyly, a wrong note from time to time.
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I had a bunch of pre-travel chores to get done Tuesday, including laundry, cleaning, and getting the first manicure I've had in 30 years (yes, I know most people don't consider that a chore, but I hate the way electric files feel and having painted nails just makes me worry about ruining them). I went to Pink Me Up in Crossroads Bellevue because it had good prices and decent reviews, and they did a good job fixing my wonky middle fingernail.
After chatting with my Voyager friends, we watched this week's Skeleton Crew, a great penultimate episode -- the pirate and space opera stuff finally coming together, and though the overall premise seems pretty preposterous, it's not like Star Wars isn't rife with that. Now we're watching Lucy Worsley's Holmes vs. Doyle because we forgot about it until Cheryl reminded me. From the Volunteer Park Conservatory, harpists performing on the guzheng:
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