I have really and officially put Weekend’s Over to bed; now I’m trying to make Evening News sound like the way I sing it. I was very pleased to see how much work I’d already done on that tune; now all I have to do is fix bars 56 through 70, which have both tune and timing issues, add the lyrics, and I can move that one over to the DONE pile. I Must Admit it Troubles Me is SEVERELY pissing me off, I cannot figure out what time signature it’s in. I am suspecting it’s in eight. Two did not seem to work. Neither four. Not being able to read music, and having a severe mental block about learning, is a drip drag, mah friends. Worked more on the atheist liturgy.
Paul came by yesterday with the Eskimo hunters (two pieces of felt art my mOm made 17 billion years ago which I got framed about 10 years ago and stayed at Planet Bachelor until I had walls for them) and also the sewing machine and sewing kit, and took away boxes for packing (he and Keith are moving in a couple of weeks to the apartment downstairs from them) and also a bunch of book donations for Value Village. Thank you Paul!
I went to my bedroom, inspected my underwear drawer for sacrificial offerings, and then went downstairs and measured Jeff’s coffee table. Then I came back upstairs and cracked open the sewing kit, which can haz LOTS of Velcro. I love sewing with Velcro. I took out 5 feet of black nylon strap webbing (for a packsack project I never even started) sewed four inches of Velcro on either end, and then cut up a pair of navy tights and sewed seven pockets and made a remote caddy for Jeff. It holds ALL the remotes for the downstairs system – all 6 of them – plus I made an extra pocket for the end so he could either put the wireless xbox controller in there or something else. I phoned him, all excited, because once I’d done the measurements and visualized it, it took less than 20 minutes to do it, and I didn’t have to spend any money on the project because everything was already in the sewing kit. Except why IS it that every time I borrow the sewing machine I have to wind a bobbin? I’m not complaining, I kinda like doing that too. Jeff laughed and told me to sew Holy Moly’s eyes back on if I was feeling so inspired. So I did that too.
Holy Moly is a part of our childhood. mOm made this pointy nosed mole cushiony thing with a multicoloured body and big brown and yellow eyes. He must be 45 years old if he’s a day. Anyway, Jeff ended up with him and he lives in the AV room, along with baby Cthulhu (from Lexi), Pirate Ducky (from Archie McPhee in Seattle), and Nautiloid (from mOm). Various other stuffed animals mOm made are peering down from assorted vantage points in the house, including a blue baby heffalump and a knitted baby tiger.
The Ladybones and Katie’s two salon heads are arranged above the hutch in the living room. If you don’t like severed heads… don’t look up! There’s a little shrine to John in the living room; the embroidered dragon has his earrings sitting in front of it.
The locksmith showed up and we are going to get new strikeplates for the doors, get a new door handle for the back door and of course this is not being paid for by the landlord, but while the deadbolts are okay the doors are trash from having been repeatedly kicked in (oh joy) so they need the reinforcement. Then we’ll get the alarm system activated, but we figured there was no point activating the alarm when the doors were such a disaster.
What else happened yesterday…. Mike asked what I was doing that evening, and I said, “Feeding you!” and so I fed him and then called Keith to get over. While I was prepping for and cleaning up after dinner Mike played guitar. So nice – and he’s learning new tunes! and then we re-watched Trueblood 3 and 4, neither of which Mike had seen. Episode three is SO much fun.
I am thinking of doing something I haven’t done for years…. go to a movie by myself. Harry Potter’s at the Dolphin at 1 pm. If I get enough work done this morning I will go.