Musician, writer, artist, gardener, Jane-of-all-trades.
I keep astonishingly busy with a wide variety of things and this blog may seem random in consequence. Expect Mass Effect fanfic (including the ongoing saga of pilot-lovin' Rhi Shepard), thoughts on disability, politics, and a liberal helping of goats. Especially baby goats.
The Danish lyrics to “Oh! Susanna!” translate as “Oh, Susanna, if we got married we could share this salt herring.”
I’m afraid I bailed and went home with E, because he’d been at work all day and had dinner plans for us. I left her to toil on alone!
Argggh, I wish I’d known that might’ve been an option — I wasn’t prepared for this at all, ‘cause it was mom’s project and she did the planning and has been reading the various books. It just turned out the one thing she hadn’t done was add up all the various times and realize that it had to be started at 10 a.m. (She’d also totally forgotten about the concert until I reminded her. Oops).
I suppose I also could’ve stayed at her house working and sent her off, had E bring our dinner things from my place there… Damn. My brain just isn’t working today, or not working up to speed. I’ve been flat-out exhausted all day. I took a 30 minute nap while we were waiting for the proto cheese to do something or other, and I still felt ready to drop. I’m afraid I really did wear myself out yesterday!
…which probably explains part of the irrational guilt, too.
Pay no attention to the dorky Shades behind the exhaustion. She’s just throwing a tantrum because it’s past her bedtime, and has been since she woke up this morning.
At my folks’ for mom’s b day dinner and supposedly to rehearse, but dad and I are exhausted so we’ve been sharing/exploring 70 s novelty historical songs instead.
Have now proven to my mom that snoopy totally IS in the red baron song - which makes me wonder who I learned it from, since I didn’t recognize recorded versions and obviously it wasn’t them.
For my part, I learned about the Sonny and Cher comedy hour, and the existence of Euell Gibbons.
Truly, it’s been an educational evening for all of us.
I worked almost an eight hour day on the studio today. Dad did 7.5, but far more demanding/exhausting work (my last half hour was just cleaning up bits and pieces). We’re both pooped. BUT!
My laundry room has lights and switches and they turn on when they were off and off when they were on. It is MAGICAL.
Perhaps you don’t realize how magical this is?
My laundry room has three doors: to the kitchen, back yard, and garage-now-studio. When I bought the house it had ONE light switch — which, bizarrely, was near the garage. So if you took by far the most frequent path through the laundry room, you had to enter from the kitchen, cross the dark room, flip switch by garage, finish, turn off lights, and cross the dark room again.
Now it has THREE switches, like it should have all along. In wiring-speak, that means it’s a four way switch, otherwise called “A right bugger” or “Oh, fuck, that’s a lot of wires” or, possibly, “magic.” Because it’s fairly easy to look at a good diagram and figure out how to do it (in theory; in practice getting tangled up is far too easy) but understanding how it works is best left for masters of the arcane arts of The Power Elektrik like thenoisyfrog.
As part of this we also finished (well, almost) the demolition of the old laundry room, took out the old light, and added three new ones (one of which will come out if I expand the kitchen, and is made to do so easily). There’s even a task-light recessed can over the space where the little work surface will be.
I AM EXCITE.
ABOUT A LAUNDRY ROOM.
THIS IS WHAT ADULTHOOD DOES TO YOU.