I have simply spectacular good news but I can’t say anything about it until I receive authorization. It has to do with me and music. I’ll leave it at that.
Board meeting was excellent and productive. We had a board meeting/potluck and Jeff grazed on leftovers. One of the joys of Unitarianism is candle wax, and I got some on my gran’s linen tablecloth but sing HA I have already ironed the wax out and I’ve run the tablecloth through the laundry. So no harm done. We had to make some hard choices, but Debra is an awesome minister and she is completely unFaZed by organizational change, is a great communicator and gosh darn a nice person. She told her partner recently that she’s falling in love with Beacon. I dearly love Rev Katie and really enjoy her posts (and her hubby’s) on facebook (the only way I keep track of her as there is meshugas about a retired minister poking head back in to a church for a couple of years) but she is a reserved individual and Debra is a gregarious individual and it’s obviously playing out in an interesting way in congregational life.
I’m seeing Katie for lunch today – her treat, yippee.
TAMMY IS COMING THIS MONTH. So looking forward to seeing her and her mum, whom I usually see at the festive season.
Sue is playing Santa Claus in a play which I am going to go see. She says playing Santa Claus is hot and hard, which kinda makes it sound pornographic now I write it out like that.
I got a completely unprintable and exceedingly welcome compliment from somebody recently, to the point that I must now quote Mark Twain: “I can live two months on a good compliment”. I may have to stretch it out even farther than that.
I have a very obnoxious complaint to make about somebody and I am not going to publicly state it. I want a medal or something.
I think Jeff is thrilled we had company; there’s whipped cream in the fridge and the kitchen table is now clear. Oops, just put laundry on it. O well, it was nice while it lasted.
This afternoon after my Katietime I will do something productive, just haven’t figured out which of my piles of shit I should attempt to render into something useful first.
I love Lockout. Guy Pearce is A GREAT SMARTASS. Man after my own heart. Here’s a quote from him: [2007, on his music] “I don’t want to make music to get into the pop charts and make a career out of it. I just want to play music with other people. Sometimes I record it. I think there is a value in recording it in the same way that you might write a diary. Writing a diary does not mean that you want to publish it. If this is my diary, I’m not sure that I want it to be read. And anyway, I think there is an automatic disdain for somebody who is too ambitious. People think as an actor you are gifted and don’t have any troubles in life. You are lucky to be doing this thing where all you have to do is go around telling lies and you get to kiss beautiful women. So how dare you want to be able to do this other thing. I am not interested in releasing music to a skeptical audience.”
I mourn the passing of Dave Brubeck, and light a candle also for the victims of the Montréal Massacre
