a note from Christine...

    Wow.  Does anyone else think that time is really flying by?  It was one year ago yesterday that the purchase of the new studio was complete and work began on the transformation.  Lately a year feels like a moment and a decade feels like a week.  Life is accelerated - I can't contain all the ideas I have and I cram thirty days of living into every thirty minutes.  The good news is I feel inspired and opportunities seem to be knocking. 
     We won't be putting in long hours on the road or on stage in July, so I'll be catching up in the office where there is always plenty to do.  Thank you to Cat and Leslie, who help keep it all rolling.  I'm learning the fine art of delegation and teamwork. 
    Which will give me more time and energy to pour into the songs of Tom Peterson.  We have become pen pals, writing letters between Texas and South Dakota as we develop this music.  What a gift his songs are and Chris and I are grateful that Tom is entrusting us with his babies. 
     Off to mow the lawn and play a gig. 
              Christine

PS Happy Independence Day.  Oops.  Interesting.  I actually accidentally wrote "Interdependence" Day.  Maybe that's more appropriate in this global world we live in.  :-)

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"Don't waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

and a blurb from Chris...

    It's been a year since our mean old fat cat Angel was mauled to her demise by 3 neighbor dogs in the middle of the night.  Yes, she was mean, old and fat, but we loved her all the same.  We had a backyard service with the kids and friends that included a perfect finish of whirling,  spitting fireworks.  Angel would have been proud.
     The very day she left us, Pinto showed up at the new studio which had just started it's demolition phase.  He was young, skinny, and seemed to need a home.  After a couple of weeks of sleeping on top of the refrigerator at the studio, we brought him home and he's been our pride and joy ever since.  I knew he was my cat when he laid down with me on the very first day in an empty room and wrapped himself around my head like a pair of headphones. 
     Pinto likes to be in the action.  If we're cooking we have to pull a tall stool into the kitchen so he can keep an eye on everything.  Here he comes now, time for food!  See you at the gig.  
     Chris

  
angel                     pinto