The booklet for the CD of the concert is all in order, and I even have some copies ready to go. Now I'm just waiting on the next step which is to print the labels onto the disks, and I think we'll just about be there. Phew.
Doing the booklet turned out to be not nearly as difficult a piece of logistics as I'd expected. I took a mock-up upstairs to my daughter, who handles sewing patterns constantly so, I assumed, she would have some confidence with sorting out how to put the pages together to make them come out in order. She did, and between us we had it sussed in a few minutes. I went back downstairs, shuffled the halves of the pages around on the screen, and it was done. Printed them out at work, because the printer there does double-sided printing. It saved me having to manually put pages back in and print on the reverse side.
So, real progress! (And then, once that's done, will I have the energy to get on with the first concert and do all the same thing over? Yeah, of course!)
Something odd has happened with Blogger: if you've reached 2000 labels (the things that go at the bottom of posts) it tells you you can no longer add new ones. No doubt there are a lot of extraneous one-off labels on my list, but this problem seems only to have arisen in the last week, and so far Google/Blogger hasn't come up with a solution. So at the moment my posts are going out labelless, and a lot of bloggers are getting no answer to their questions about the issue.
The photo at the top of this post is of the 14th St Pier at Myrtle Beach, in South Carolina. It was taken by Alan Sterling, and has a lovely sense of place about it. I'd never heard of Myrtle Beach, or the Myrtle Beach resorts, but apparently it's a very popular holiday area in the US. Look up the name on the Net and you'll find endless recommendations for hotels, motels, and things to do while you're there, but not much else. In desperation I went to Wikipedia (which is the place of choice for information both here and at work) and found out that it began as a get-away place for lumber workers. It's so popular now that it's one of the fastest growing areas in the States.
Doesn't that always happen to somewhere that starts off quiet and relaxing?
The place had a quiet history: the Waccamaw Indians were the first known inhabitants, and later white settlers took over some of the land. However, they don't seem to have done much with it, and for a long time it was pretty much uninhabited. The Withers family appears to have had a name synonymous with the area, though they might not have been that enamoured of it: a rogue hurricane washed a Withers coastal house into the sea and drowned all 18 people inside. Later the lumber company took over the mostly abandoned area, and a railroad was built. This not only helped to move the lumber out of the area, but also to move the lumbermen to the beach. Eventually some entrepreneur decided it would become the place to go, and now it hosts around 14.6 million visitors annually.
So there you are: 14.6 million people each year know where Myrtle Beach is, and yet it's never crossed my path before.
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