I have begun unpacking the boxes of books, thanks to the addition of a shelf set for the living room. I wasn't 100% strict in my labeling, and it is possible that a complete opera score or two still lurks in one of these other boxes that just says "books," but everything I had labeled "scores" has been opened, so I have an idea now what the post office lost, and it's not pretty.
Currently Missing in Action:
La Cenerentola (Ricordi)
Don Giovanni (Bärenreiter ed.)
Faust (Schirmer hardbound)
Lohengrin (antique...this was like 2nd ed. Schirmer, beautiful)
Lucia di Lammermoor (Schirmer)
Le Nozze di Figaro (Bärenreiter)
La Traviata (Schirmer)
Die Walküre (Schirmer hardbound)
The Figaro really kills me...it was just a very special score to me. Never mind that it cost about $85 in the first place. It had all my notes in it from having coached it extensively with people at school, at the Metropolitan Opera, the Santa Fe Opera, the Zürich Opera and master classes and lessons from folks who sorta kinda knew the opera, like Samuel Ramey, Christa Ludwig and Elisabeth Schwarzkopf. The contents of this box were worth hundreds of dollars, but "priceless" is truly the better description. Those were some staples of my repertoire there. What's a baritone to do without his Don Giovanni? And truly, I was the awesomest Dandini.
So, a wag of the finger at the post office. Sigh.
Also yesterday, someone (I'm not naming names...Starbuck) hopped up on the fireplace mantel and knocked down my giant Canaletto print that I brought back from Venice. Aside from a couple of scratches, the print is okay, but the glass shattered into 856,234 pieces. I know this because I spent an hour picking them up.