April 18th, so I learn, will be the date for the Willie P Memorial concert in Victoria. I will consult with the folks and assemble a tune or two… more details as they firm up. I am thinking about taking the day off.
This weekend a SPIT. It’s been bally ages since we did that, and we’re meeting up Saturday in a bookstore, so all is good and beautiful. Then church again on Sunday to set up chairs. I will be faster this time as I know the drill. It’s not particularly onerous, but I did feel it on Monday when I woke up; given that my set up partner is well old enough to be my dad further complaining shall be nixed.
This evening, if the fates are kind and the winds propitious, the Luddite will turn up for supper. I’m thinking home made tortillas. Which reminds me, I should back away slowly from the computer and do some prep so I don’t have to when I get home.
I’m finding the commute okay. I’m also thinking of finding alternate routes to shake things up a bit, like walking over to Rupert and taking the bus down to that station, to see if maybe I can’t work a little more exercise into the morning routine at least on mornings when it isn’t pouring rain. The commute is improved by having an MP3 player. Current set list is a bit eclectic… it’s everything from me singing Lifeline – (I usually skip over it, because as much as I love PD Wohl’s tasty backing I’m not liking my singing) to Verve’s Bittersweet Symphony, the Who’s Won’t Get Fooled Again, John Hiatt’s Walk On, Aretha Franklin’s Chain of Fools… eclectic, yup. Oh, and the Bastard Fairies We’re All Going to Hell; it’s impossible to sit on the train and listen to that and not smirk.
Further plotting includes maybe taking a songwriting class with the aforementioned PD Wohl; considering maybe taking a course at BCIT now I’m ten minutes away by bus; and figuring out which of Vancouver’s cultural events of the month of April Jeff and I might want to take in. Also, planning dinner for Friday, the first inaugural fall down. Honestly, I’m thinking takeout. Hopefully this large blank where my cooking thoughts usually get scrawled will fill in between now and then.
I can more or less see the floor in my room.
We appear to have blown a fuse in the kitchen. Sigh.
Jeff, saintly geek that he is, has run his hands over Suzanne’s laptop and restored it to health. (Don’t anybody else get any funny ideas). Suzanne and Katie dropped by yesterday to collect it with thanks. Katie got her stipend for helping me move and get my deposit back which was awesomely swift – I hadn’t expected to see it until mid month, but Ray at Cornerstone is the best of landpeers, and he does what he says.
The landpeers here have not responded to Jeff’s polite enquiries about which of the minor irritants he can attack next, which means that he’s going to ignore their ignoring him, and I’ll have my doors fixed shortly.
Somehow I ended up with an autographed Groo in my belongings. Happy sigh. I love Groo.
Yet more Deadwood last night after supper, which was spaghetti.
Time to chop veg.
