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*POOF* the week went by. And what a week it was. There were some high points, including a WONDERFUL Rude bringing me BRANSTON PICKLE from a trip to England. I lived off that stuff (the rest of the food was really pretty bad :-)) and still love it to pieces. Yay Richard and yay PICKLE!

Recalcitrant Child is back in school in her senior year. I find myself wondering about the world she will graduate into. The good news for her is that she has two relatively stable jobs that will hopefully continue. Her grades aren't really good enough for a great college, but she can always go to NoVA (where the "N" stands for Knowledge..yeah, it works better when it's not written) and then to a VA state school if that's what she decides on, WHEN she decides to actually toe the line and get work done well and on time, which is basically her only current school problem.

I've applied for yet more jobs, tried to come up with yet more marketing strategies for a small law firm, and have even accomplished some house cleaning. I've also had fun with rehearsals for Julius Caesar with our ever so brilliant director [livejournal.com profile] chickenhat and a fabulous cast, wonderful crew, amazing costumers and everything :-). It's nice to be a part of something so cool.

No weekend plans thusfar. Had some but they changed and now either inertia or flexibility will win :-) Not quite sure which.
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Wouldn't THIS be nice? . Of course at a $600.00 per month lease price, not all can afford it, but perhaps some of those H1 and H2 buyers can....
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Ok...we didn't know it was opera. [livejournal.com profile] dogpooh invited me to "the symphony" and I thought it would be a lovely idea and accepted. The National Symphony Orchestra was to be orchestrating at the Kennedy Center. So off we went, leaving early to achieve parking.

On our way, we were treated to the lovely sight of a bald eagle over the GW parkway. Very cool. Then, it was over the Key Bridge to find the Kennedy Center. Where we got lost. Then got lost again. And after being continually lost for quite some time, finally found the place. We then wandered through the facility to find our seats, which were great seats in the second row center.

Then the choir entered. Choir? Hmmm thought me...Why would the NSO need a choir? Then the First Chair came in and did her thing, then the quite interesting Leonard Slatkin showed up and the music began. It sounded really good. Just as we were settling in, these 4 women, 2 on each side of the stage, showed up in gowns and stood there. Hmmmmm....Very soon thereafter, they all began to sing.

In all fairness, they sang very well. It confused us, as we were unaware that we would be dealing with an opera, and definitely not an opera in RUSSIAN. I didn't know they HAD operas in Russian. Like I said, we're uncultured slugs. There was a screen under the choir where the words in English of what they were singing in Russian were displayed. Well that worked out well enough to figure out that Tatiana was in love with this guy who looked like Dracula and her sister Olga was in love with this Lensky guy. Then the singers kept standing right in our line of sight of the screen, and we quickly lost what was going on, until the choir started singing about pelting boys with fruit. Cherries, raspberries and red current, then they stood in front of the screen again, so again we became confused as Dracula began spitting while he sang, Lensky got jealous of Dracula, and some faggoty Frenchman started singing up to Tatiana who we thought was in love with Dracula, but instead found herself pissed at Olga, possibly because her dress was prettier. Everyone basically stormed offstage and we caught something about Lensky wanting to kill Dracula, but he didn't have a wooden stake. I would have offered my knitting needles, but he wasn't listening to me.

At intermission, [livejournal.com profile] dogpooh became tired of "all that screeching" not allowing him to hear the NSO, so we went home. I checked the fridge, but found no fruit to pelt him with.

Postscript: I was told this was not a "real"[tm] opera because there was no wabbit, no viking helmets, and the fat ladies weren't all that fat.
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I'm watching CNN where they're showing people who have set up a network to collect food that would be wasted from restaurants, from farmers who are donating vegetables that might be cosmetically not perfect but perfectly good, that are being distributed to families and others in trouble.

I'm sure this group in CA isn't the only bunch out there doing these things, but what a concept. Buffets with food that isn't used, "day old" stuff that people don't want to buy but is perfectly fine, TONS of food that people could eat being distributed is such a wonderful thing, and costs hardly anything. And if restaurants would just cut their portions by maybe 20% we'd have even more food savings, PLUS a bit of win in the fight against obesity in this country.

I am afraid things like this are going to become more and more important to Americans as the economy slides. Hopefully it will get better soon, but in the meantime, great stop gaps like this show that there are things we can do to help.
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A strange and mixed weekend of fun, frivolity, crazyness, and otherwise mirth. Continued the massage and PT on [livejournal.com profile] calvinthedeeple much to his annoyance. Watched [livejournal.com profile] dogpooh creating a masterpiece of a canopy for my fish tank, iced and attempted to baby my wrenched quad (which didn't work too well since I went to dance night and found that turning etc. hurts), had some amusing results with hair dye, and did a little bit more on the shop.

I also had my first experience with being led for one step by my belt. Heh.

Then the pain pill I took for my quad kept me asleep until noon today. Don't remember any dreams, although I had them. Do remember waking up to a cold Deeple nose in my ear. Thanks Deeps.
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I have been forced to admit, by the victim, aka [livejournal.com profile] vvalkyri that my yarn is dangerous. That is all.
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And looking at the amount of rain we're getting, I'm not surprised. It is just POURING down and it is loud. I'm so glad that the [livejournal.com profile] dogpooh got all of the leaves out of the beds so the plants will get a good soaking. This is likely the first year that has happened, since our previous yard service would just blow the leaves into the beds and never clean them out. I complained, was ignored, then stop paying until someone came to find out why. I pointed out the beds and he was surprised they had done that, ordered them cleaned out, I paid up, and about a month later, they blew the leaves back in. Then the final straw was them leaving the gates open AGAIN with a release of hound that it took me forever to round up, and given that we live off a VERY busy Georgetown Pike, and they had been warned many times, I gave up and fired them.

The new lawn service "A [livejournal.com profile] dogpooh and his Tractor" do a much better job, and he gets to be a redneck on a tractor, yee haw. When he puts a gun rack on it, I'm going to be in serious trouble.

Now to hope my landscaping doesn't wash away.....
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Wow, this morning we were awakened to seriously loud crashes and much lightning as an amazing thunderstorm came through at some point after the sun came up. One shook the house. I will have to go check the yard later to see if any trees were hit. A few years ago a tree was indeed hit, and I have some lightning struck wood out there for people who use that sort of thing.

I went to the Foxtrot workshop yesterday, and the climate in the Spanish Ballroom was quite nice. The climate outside was also beautiful. It was great to get out. I was going to take the workshop but they were follow heavy and I didn't want to distract Marc and Ellen from teaching, so I figured [livejournal.com profile] exsmof would show me the stuff later, and took the opportunity to work on a knit and a crochet project (alternating so my hands don't get tired of one or the other). The participants really enjoyed the class, and I picked up some vicarious learning through watching, so it was all good. Then we had a wonderful dinner (thanks Marc) and had some great conversation after about doggies, neighbors, local authorities, etc. :-). Then the [livejournal.com profile] exsmof delivered me back home so he could go do his gamer thang.

As just about everyone who would have wanted to go with me to the club was gone or busy, and the [livejournal.com profile] dogpooh was feeling tired, I didn't go to the club last night. *sniff* I was also a bit tired, but still wanted to go, but not by myself. I hate that feeling of "should I stay or should I go now?" Heh. I defaulted, and spent more knitting time. I'm working on a cardigan to go with my tank top (same yarn, different pattern).

And now a day of rain, doggies who don't want to go out cuz they'll get their little feet wet, aquarium water changes, knitting, and maybe a bit of house straightening. Rain rain rain.
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This was it... enough was enough. I loved my ML55 but it was time to go. 12 mpg was just no longer acceptable, and I had filled it with gas for the last time. Bah, and again humbug I say....

I had been looking at cars and researching cars for the past few months, and finally decided that it was time. They had the car I wanted in Springfield, so off we went to get it, and to trade in ye ole 55. So I got me a nice green (in more ways than one) Prius with the Star Trek console. And verily thus, we brought it home and named it Booger. Perhaps I'll think of a better name later.

Anyway, while we were at the dealership, the sales critter attempted to show me his brilliance by pairing my phone with Booger's on board bluetooth. DENIED! Hmmm...how could this be? Bluetooth is a standard, and should be implemented as such, carrying data blissfully through the air and into the innards of the Booger. But no... Upon further investigation I found that I must update my Treo to a more peachy version of Bluetooth in order to partake of the Booger's lovely touch screen. I thought, "how tough can an update be?" I learned.

First you wipe out ALL of the data on your phone, resync it to your computer, create a new user, download a bunch of files, upload the files to the phone, have the phone install the files, delete the new user, re-pair your phone with the computer, re-upload all your information, etc. etc. This process took a LONG time.

When I finally got through all of that and took the Treo out to Booger, I was hopeful that all the cool touch screen stuff would work and I could transfer my phone contacts from the Treo to the Booger and all would be well. Uh, no. One must "fool" the Treo into doing the right thing so that the bluetooth is even recognized by the Prius (making a phone call while the Prius is 'looking' for the Treo seems to work). Once that part is done, somehow the Prius then doesn't see the contact files you're trying to send from the Treo.

So how come Palm can't fix their damn phones so that you don't have these ridiculous issues? This be annoying! So I started doing a hunt to find out which phones are supposed to be completely compatible with Booger. Then I found they also had to be compatible with iSync, AND usable on Verizon. This part is no fun whatsoever. I finally found a phone that might work, so I ordered it to try to find out. We shall see.

For my next trick, I'll post about how the car won't allow you to dial or use most features of the navigation console while the car is moving..... There is a work around.

Despite Palm's inability to do the right thing, Booger is still pretty cool. Gas mileage on the way home, driving it just like a regular ole gas car critter thing = 42 mpg. w00t!
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I try to avoid the idea that a first impression makes such a lasting "taste" for a person. I would rather not shroud my vision of a person by missteps they might make the first time we meet. But you know, it feels rather odd when I think I know someone rather well, for just a few words, or a phrase, to make me look at them in a different light.

That happened today with a friend of mine who sent me an email that had just one phrase in it that seemed so out of character yet shed light on many other pieces of the puzzle of that person that I had been trying to put together. Course, I thought I was a lot further along in the puzzle than I apparently was. These few words caused a compete re-evaluation of the entire relationship.

Weird the way these things can happen, albeit unplanned. Words have power, indeed.....

Oh, and for those who were wondering, I didn't go to the audition tonight. Still recovering from the allergy attack, although I'm a lot better now. I just didn't feel up to doing the "moo" thing, and my voice would not have been happy at singing either. Perhaps next time :-).
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I will make no public comments on the following subjects:

1) The BR elections
2) Sale of Witchschool via ebay
3) Which Correllian tradition is "real"
4) Further details on pet output procedures
5) The underpants gnomes
6) Which brand of tin foil works best

Thank you for your cooperation.
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It's so rare that this happens that I thought it was worth blogging. Today, April 11, 2007 was pretty much drama free. Now I kind of have the feeling that these "one day at a time" people do. Tomorrow, my dad has surgery. Hopefully that will also go drama free. I am also hoping for a drama free weekend, but we'll see how that goes when the time arrives.

Crossing fingers and toes.....
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I woke up but not quite. I guess I'm feeling kind of numb. How strange. I had dreams that I was back in Boston as an undergrad. Maybe this means I have something more to learn. Of course I do, but what is it THIS time? :-). This morning I've already learned that dog noses can be wet and cold, trying to get out of bed without placing feet firmly on the floor can be amusing, stress causes zits, and wondering why I can't read the computer screen is a sure sign I need my glasses. What more would anyone need to know? :-)
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There I was in DC, after John had so nicely loaded Tom's massage table into the back of my poor little car, on my way home. My "poor little car" is my 1997 Jag XK8, my wonderful baby with only 24,000 miles on it. It had been having intermittent electrical issues (go figure) including indicating that engine coolant was critically low. It had been in to be fixed, but the mechanics never did actually fix it. They said that everything should be ok so long as the temperature gauge didn't show that the engine was actually overheating. Well all righty then says me.

As I pulled out from the Hyatt and down into the tunnels for 395, I noticed that the engine coolant light was going off and on.... but far more disturbing was the fact that the temp gauge was in the red warning area with an idiot light very lit up. At about that point I started to get quite nervous. There I was on 395 trying to get to the GW Parkway, no real safe place to pull over (or break down for that matter). I may have imagined it, but it felt like the car just wasn't working right. Great. Alone, in a sports car, that could be about to eat its own engine. *argh*

Temp gauge then decides to start dropping, then started going up again. I made the assumption (yeah, I know) that it was another electrical issue and kept going. I really didn't have terribly much choice at that point. When I turned onto Georgetown Pike, the thing pegged again and started acting strangely. I tried to call hubby, but Cingular SUCKS and had no signal. Luckily, I got home.

You know, it can be very disconcerting to feel that technology is failing you and you may be stuck on the side of the road with a broken car and no real way to get hold of anyone. I only took the Jag because my SUV is down with a dead tire. The SUV has my Verizon phone in it that works almost ALL the time. All's well that ends well I suppose. I'm home and snuggly in bed.
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The edge of the pie crust is the best part. It's too bad we couldn't have a pie made up solely of the edge crust. Same thing with pizza. Yum yum. Yes, I admit, I'm weird. But then, I'm the product of a warped society :-).
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So for my latest attempt to keep myself from doing work, I picked up my old guitar. I got my first guitar at age 9 and began taking lessons with a somewhat crazy guy who could play that thing like it was a part of him. Before long I was playing classical on a folk guitar (hated the necks of the classicals since they were too damn wide, and those strings... nylon... *eugh*). My poor ancient Yamaha had been through so many trials and tribulations that I'm now afraid to restring it because the neck may give way. I bought an acoustic electric Guild maybe 15 years ago and really haven't played it much at all, having forgotten just about everything I knew except how to read notes, chord charts, etc.

So I picked up my old friend, dusted him off (all my guitars are male), tuned him up and thought... great. Now what do I play? I don't remember anything from the old days. I never learned to play by ear, only with music, and I have no idea where I put all those old songbooks of 1970s and 80s ickyness. So I went off to the web to look for songs. That's when I found "tabs."

What the heck are TABS? They sort of draw out this guitar neck and have little numbers near where your fingers are supposed to be. That seems like all the rage for playing guitar these days. What about actual NOTES? What about those old chord diagrams above the words and stuff? I am SO confused! TABS? Is that kinda like "new math" or something?

Ok, so I finally dug around and found some actual chord progressions. So I tried to play them... When one hasn't played for like oh, far too long it actually HURTS those little fingers. Ouchie ouchie. Can't play very long, but what was totally surprising to me is that I can actually still play some of the old classical stuff I used to, with something resembling coordination of fingers on the left hand playing the appropriate notes while fingers of the right hand pluck the correct strings. Wow. A little more practice and maybe I can play 1/2 a song :-)

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