Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

And Baby Makes Squee

Younguns, had lots of them this weekend.  Tré, making Jeff laugh and laugh and laugh (and why the hell not, he’s a winsome one.

Kids at church, saying awesomely wise and funny things during the kids’ story.  I relayed the message to the rest of the congregation and we all had a good laugh.

Service was almost exactly an hour.  I can do some things right.  Prelude music worked out alright.  Accompanist David had big galomphing piles of awesomeness in all directions.  So in love.  But not with the sound system, another story oyveyizmir.

Saw Lady Miss B, and by extension, her nameless parasite. (Yes, she’s enceinte).

Came home and apart from making supper, didn’t do much of anything.

Season three opener for True Blood kicked ass, and had major amounts of dudity between two major characters.  No spoilers, this one’s too good as a surprise.

Hope everybody had a good weekend.

Put on a very very sad face

Now try to watch this video without changing your expression. Ha!  Knew ya couldn’t.

I’m still in full bore freakout mode about today’s service, but oh well.  I ran through the new songs last night (new as in I don’t recollect them ever having been sung in church before).  Four old standards and three new ones.  We’ll see how it goes.  At least I know I have a sound man now, up until 11 am yesterday I didn’t know I’d have one.  Yup, nervewracking, exciting and amazing.

SGU closes, True Blood opens

Season Finale for SGU was pretty good (better than the previous episode, for sure) and now my tv impatience is directed at the season opener for True Blood, which is Sunday night.

Finally have everything together for the service tomorrow.  Deep breaths.

Marylke and Bareld fed us a spectacular meal last night – the company and the meal were delightful.

Now, back to the OOS, which is starting to look like a small pamphlet.

Chevy no va

What the hell is wrong with people?  Chevy is no longer an acceptable nickname for a product? Who writes this shiz?

I went on a coffee date last night.  You know, you try to let guys know that you aren’t up for a booty call, and they just run away.  Not much of an advertisement for the boys in the world.  I was nice enough to give him a ride home, anyway.  Not exactly what I had in mind when I purchased a vehicle.

I’ve been listening to the On Spec album, and to my astonishment, I’m really enjoying it.  I’d add a link for the album, but the On Spec website pushes poo with its nose, and the R Cat site is even worse, so, not so much.  Anyway, it’s called “Because we hear voices” and if somebody had told me there were no vocals on the album I probably would have listened to it sooner.  It’s very mellow – or cinematic – or game play – electronica.

I canNOT get the Lords of Acid’s “I Like It (Hey Hey Hey)” from their Farstucker album out of my head.  It is ludicrously catchy, worse than the Tapioca Song.

Prior to the coffee date, supper with Jeff and Mike at the Twist.  The dry ribs there are amazing.

Lookout

I stood at the lookout up on Cypress with the affable and intelligent Katie K today.  She had given me the excuse that I should take her for a spin in Ziva, and it was lovely to get the commuting within 15 K of your home stink blown off the car.

First we stayed at Ajax Baldwin, her house, for tea and bagels, and then, a ride.  I can feel that I got some sun…..

I think I finally have the ‘listening to myself in the car’ phase knocked out of me.

Breakfast accomplished, oven being cleaned, laundry on

A small shop done, and it’s only 9:40.  I am feeling accomplished. But there’s a but hiding in that smug statement.

Honestly, I think I need a twelve step program for my relationship with my room.  It’s a sty.  How can a 51 year old nominally sane woman (there are different views….) come to such a pass?  Cazart!

I do have a large enough garbage bag…. I think.  Time to winnow, hoe, and likewise shovel cruft.

In other news, another good rehearsal.  I was scowling at the drummer, Abby, (who has a cajon, woot!) because she wants me to play the guitar the Same Way Every Time.  What, like a professional?  Blurk….  Gig is tomorrow at two, thirteen hundred block of Commercial, see you there!  Oh, and that’s two-ish, because, like, it’s the Drive, and like, it’s Italian Day.