Ten great things about my mother’s day. 1. Not calling my mother and not feeling guilty about it (after all I call her three times a week these days). 2. Katie calling to wish me a happy mother’s day. 3. Paul coming over and cooking me dinner and bringing Keith. 4. Still not drinking even though Paul brought some of my fave beer. I amazes me how little I miss it. 5. The weather. Let me tu…rn that up! THE WEATHER. 6. Practicing on the Octave Mando 7 Paul and Jeff putting up the awning in time for dinner. 8. Don Hauka’s amazing Mother’s Day Service. 9. Wonderful coming of age ceremony for one of the church youth; yes I know I’m sentimental but it made me cry. 10. On the third book of the Song of Ice and Fire – go Mother of Dragons, go!
Author: Allegra
Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.
OMG it’s full of møøse and impacts!
http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/newfoundland-labrador/story/2012/05/11/nl-moose-memories-511.html
I know this family
And this story makes me happy. NEVER GIVE UP. http://jenrose.com/shinyvoice.html
A good memory but inconsistent
Had to call Jeff at home to tell him to turn the coffee off……
More practicing. Maybe I should just make that my morning thing for a couple of hours, I’ll be an expert in no time. Sure … I … will.
Sent an email to a coworker that included the sig line “IN SPACE NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM THIS IS SPARTA” in response to him misspelling Spartanburg SC in a customer case.
Sigh.
Feeling better
Hung out with the beauteous Katie last night, and helped get more of her stuff outta my house and into hers.
Ziva is running so well I’m wondering when the other shoe’s gonna drop.
Sun! Sun! Sun! It’s a pleasant change.
Paul was going to take me to lunch yesterday and then realized he’d double booked himself. I hope we get together soon, I just figured out how to play “It takes a lot to laugh it takes a train to cry” on Otto. This mandolin sounds so fucking good I get shivers every time I play it. I practiced “My Needle and I” as well as the foregoing. Morning music exercises are good fer brainz.
Headwater last night
The energy, the musicianship, the stagecraft and the SHEER JOY they take in singing and playing unamplified. Gosh they were SO GOOD.
My Needle and I
I’ve but one summer, I’ve more than one name
I can’t abide courts with their whispering games
My mind is ice and my heart is a flame
Loyalty kills you more swiftly than shame
Gods hear my cry
Traitors must die
Stone, steel and sky
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
Winterfell’s safety is now but a dream
Trapped among enemies, not what I seem
If they discover me they’ll have my head
Hatred befriend me and drive away dread
Gods hear my cry
Traitors must die
Snow, steel and sky
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
Winter is coming, I hear Father’s voice
Life is an accident, honour a choice
Jon gave me Needle and left for the Wall
Nymeria’s gone, I have no one at all
Gods hear my cry
Traitors must die
Stone, steel and sky
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
Weekend roundup
Spent most of yesterday in bed feeling very neurasthenic, but I had occasional bursts of energy, including going to do a shop, mowing the lawn, running the dishwasher, getting to church and visiting Katie. So, no, it wasn’t a complete dead loss but pretty close.
Sundry and various.
Took Jeff out to breakfast, which was lovely, and then many past and present board members got together to do boring banking stuff, and now I’m back home having accomplished the first of my fiduciary duties.
Now more mando. But not until I watch some Vixy and Tony on youtube.
Loud
The octave mandolin is SO LOUD out of the box Paul just laughed when he played it. I asked why and he said, “A loud instrument gets louder as it gets older”.
The bass strings sound so awesome it gives me shivers.
Tingling and numbness
Yesterday, 1 pm, worst scotoma in about a decade. Just barely made it home in time to barf – been two decades since that happened with a migraine. Long bath. Bed. Dragged myself up at Jeff’s return and got the octave mandolin from the post office and then back home to collapse. Awake at 5 am and now I have a tremendous post migraine headache and an equally tremendous desire to feel sorry for myself. Right eyelid is drooping…
Unusually fine meal at Balkan House
The chicken schnitzel with mushroom sauce was fabulous.
I’m going to see Katie’s new place after church on Sunday.
Margot is training Jeff to play with her.
Hopping from one foot to the other
I am waiting with much anticipation for the octave mandolin.
Work is interesting and challenging.
Church is even more so. The bookkeeper will be gone as of September.
awake and aware
Heavy sigh. This is now Day 7 of project quit drinking. I don’t know what I was expecting…DTs maybe? Instead, nothing, except I have to remember to drink 20 ounces of water between the time I get home and the time I go to bed or I get dehydrated. That’s what the beer was for, to give my kidneys something to do when they were bored.
Otherwise, no effect on my life at all.
Time to go shower and get dressed and call in sick to work. Yeah, I would like to – it’s May Day! – but I think I’ll occupy my work station and serve customers today.
The Sellsword – GoT filk (audio cue: 50’s style Sinatra tune)
A little rough around the edges… oh yes, that’s him
Filthy from sleeping in ditches and hedges…. oh yes, that’s him
But you’re going to want him when your outlook’s getting grim
He may be a common sellsword
But he’s all you can af-ford
And you want a surly horde … that’s just like him.
I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT COMES INTO MY HEAD WHEN I’M DRIVING.