accomplished!

After the fabric was sitting around for a couple of weeks (and the Luddite bailed on last evening due to not feeling 100%) and finally getting the sewing machine last weekend (I kept forgetting to ask to borrow it) I finally said “Basta!” and assembled the blackout curtains.  Jeff seemed to think it would take hours, but it’s all straight seams.  I sewed and put hooks in and he hung them, and just in time for solstice we have something that will improve both sleeping and watching movies in the living room.  I sewed one side incorrectly – the panels aren’t mirror images of each other – and sewed about 30 centimetres with the wrong side facing out – but these are either of no great moment or easily fixed.  Happy sigh.

Holy crap, look at the time.  Off to work.  Wonder if we’ll be walking in the woods at lunch today.

The Dandy Warhols

I am so so glad I went to that show.  I danced like an idiot, talked a bit with Doug and Jeff, and Whoo hoo hoo! as a line from one of their songs (NOT SAFE FOR WORK, ‘KAY??) goes.  The best live shows are a sonic cleansing, and that it definitely was.  The Upside Down, who opened for them, redefine rock meedy-ock.

As for the venue, Richard’s on Richards has no doors on two of the ladies washroom stalls.  The place is getting torn down soon and there is ZERO maintenance happening.  Jeff’s description of the men’s room was a costive making horror.

Incursion by kitty

Who the heck is that?Eddie\'s all fluffed out

This orange cat has poked itself inside our house on occasion, but has never before been so bold as to start exploring the bedrooms. Eddie fluffed out his tail and howled, while Gizmo mostly just stared. It was a stalemate, so I had to encourage the alien cat to leave. At that point all I saw was a cartoon furball heading for the back door. Eddie sat on the stairs and sang a sad song, while Gizmo chased the orange cat across the alley.

The Buffster has landed

Mike was over for dinner last night and Jeff, Mike, Keith and I all watched the first episode of Buffy. So resign yourselves to many many fluffy Buffy references over the next while, unless Jeff decides to bail on the whole enterprise, in which case I’m going to watch my fave episodes again anyway.

The other day Katie says she and two girlfriends brought some guy they’d met in a bar back to her girlfriends’ place to chill. I’m sure he thought he’d died and gone to heaven – three cute chicks, woo hoo – and what did they DO? Watched the Buffy musical Once More with Feeling YET AGAIN, audience karaoke style, and creeped him out so badly he ran away. You’re welcome.

Dandy Warhols tonight! I can hardly wait. Nothing skedded for Thursday, the Luddite on Friday, Baby Shower on Sunday, Hilario Duran on Sunday. June is shaping up to be a busy and happy month.

I think I figured out why I’ve been so blue of late. I just passed my second anniversary of screwing up my back (which is better the more exercise I get, surprise, surprise) and I’ve noticed that my body remembers these life events, even if my mind doesn’t. Anyway, I don’t feel blue at the moment, which is a distinct plus. Thoughtful, yes, but even the greyness of the skies can’t bother me, because Keith showed me this last night. Don’t watch if you’re grossed out by cartoon violence.

The Niña

Paul’s cunning plan for Father’s day involved taking us all to see the reproduction of Columbus’ Niña and then feeding us.  This was indeed a cunning plan, endorsed heartily by all involved, and Jeff joined us for Phó afterwards.  In the middle there was the BsG latest episode (loved the last 10 seconds) as Keith was anxious to see it, and bringing the sewing machine from the boy’s place over here so Jeff and I can sew the blackout curtains, which popped like a cork to the top of the household list with the longer day lengths.  There was also an interesting walk with Paul which included a candid and constructive assessment of the emotional carnage of the last 18 months or so.  I got kinda drippy a couple of times but didn’t otherwise embarrass myself; I just kept repeating the mantra speak respectfully, listen carefully and got through it okay.  So I may be in a good mood today (of course!  the Sun came out!) but I am also in a reflective one.

The Niña itself is a dinky toy.  When we first saw it I said, there are Tall Ships and Small Ships, and this is very Small Ship.  Katie and I had two reasons for wanting to see it – one was to extend our historical knowledge after our trip to the Dominican Republic last year, and the other was to imagine Niccolò sailing on such a vessel (Niccolò being yet another Dunnett character) because it was built just like what he would have sailed in.  The boys had their own reasons, chief among which of course was the ‘messing around in boats’ thing.  The ship’s boat was made single handed by a fourteen year old man.  I’m hesitant to call anyone with such an accomplishment a boy.  The Niña’s sailing away today.  It was a perfect day to see it, and of course I didn’t remember to take my camera, so the pics are courtesy Paul.  BONUS For my Seattle fans…

Partay, Mine is an Evil Laugh, Solaris

Jeff and I had a lovely time at Hackerfish Manor, but I’ll tell you one thing for true, I’m never drinking a bacon shot EVAR AGAIN.

Saw the Soderbergh version of Solaris.  It’s a hard movie to love, but I thought it was great.  AND it has hang drum orchestration, if my ears don’t deceive me.

Why is mine an evil laugh?  Because Lady Miss B just LOANED the FIRST THREE SEASONS of BUFFY to Jeff.  Squee!