It is rare my blogging category is music. My sister's spring recital, I believe, deserves at least a blog entry. The recital was held at Hammond Ashley's (a prestigious instruments store) new facilities in Issaquah, which, to Adrianna, was a interesting place. To me, it was a long drive. A sweaty drive. And a not-much-looked-forward to drive. I must admit, with sisterly candor, that I did not enjoy hopping into our oven of a car with my hands loaded with Chinese class memorabilia. If heads were bread, we'd all be a-baking. My hands loaded with stuff, my mouth loaded with complaints, we puffed off onto the highway. I promptly fell asleep in the car, at which my sister began upbraiding me for sitting upon a memo-book earned in Chinese class. When we finally arrived at Hammond Ashley's, we clambered up the stairs and found ourselves in an almost spacious room, with gray carpet at the floor and gray blinds at the windows. I was not about to concede defeat in my complaining, however, and at once introduced what I prefer to call a "faux yawn." Some of the music was, I must admit, quite beautiful. The recital lasted perhaps an hour or more. In any case, there's your summary.