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Dec. 8th, 2014 12:15 pmI reversed this weekend due to the concert on Saturday, and did most of the domestic stuff on Saturday and most of the errands on Sunday. And I still somehow managed to leave laundry sitting in the dryer. Drat.
The concert went well, although the weather was absolutely disgusting. But we were in tune for all the a cappella parts, appropriately loud for the loud parts, and appropriately quiet for the quiet parts. Had I been in charge, we wouldn't have split the mass in half and stuck an opera chorus in between the halves, but I wasn't in charge, so that's what we did.
I really wasn't up for a voice lesson yesterday, but went to it anyway (fighting furiously with my inner four-year-old all the way down there, because the inner four-year-old wanted to be home, where it was warm and use of brain was optional). Next week is my last lesson with the substitute teacher, which is probably good because the two teachers have almost opposite approaches to getting me to do the same things, and I'm getting somewhat confused. After two and a half years of being told not to be breathy, now I'm supposed to be? Oh well, if I have to spend another three months getting unconfused, so be it.
Speaking of being confused, the cats have been furry little limpets lately. Partly it's because the dress rehearsals and the concert meant they got dinner five and a half hours late three times in the last week, and partly it's because my brain has been full of things other than "pay attention to the cats" for the last two weeks. So they've decided to make themselves impossible to ignore, mostly by taking turns having at least one eye and preferably at least one foot on me, and bellowing a lot when they don't. Lily gave me such a harangue last night that she was actually meowing by the end of it. She wanted the Patented Double-Barrel LilyBeast Scritch, after which she purred so loud she practically busted a grunion. Snip likes to be whistled at, so I gave her a piece of the New World Symphony and she came and sat in my lap for a while. They'll probably be happier this week.
I'm somewhat happier this week because I think I've solved the dextrous vs warm glove issue. My right mitten decided to go off and have adventures on its own sometime during my commute on Friday morning, so on Friday night I went to REI and found some windproof, leather-palmed, water-resistant "lobster" gloves. They give me my thumb and index finger free and keep the other three fingers together, so I can get my keys out of my pocket without taking the glove off. The only problem I have with them so far is the amount of fit-adjusting hardware they've got on the backs of the wrists, but I think I can live with that. So far my hands have been warm down to 19 degrees, which beats hell out of all my other gloves that give up at 35. And I know the water-resistant part is true because I got coffee everywhere this morning. The regiment may invest in a pair of glove liners anyway, but so far I think we have a winner.
The concert went well, although the weather was absolutely disgusting. But we were in tune for all the a cappella parts, appropriately loud for the loud parts, and appropriately quiet for the quiet parts. Had I been in charge, we wouldn't have split the mass in half and stuck an opera chorus in between the halves, but I wasn't in charge, so that's what we did.
I really wasn't up for a voice lesson yesterday, but went to it anyway (fighting furiously with my inner four-year-old all the way down there, because the inner four-year-old wanted to be home, where it was warm and use of brain was optional). Next week is my last lesson with the substitute teacher, which is probably good because the two teachers have almost opposite approaches to getting me to do the same things, and I'm getting somewhat confused. After two and a half years of being told not to be breathy, now I'm supposed to be? Oh well, if I have to spend another three months getting unconfused, so be it.
Speaking of being confused, the cats have been furry little limpets lately. Partly it's because the dress rehearsals and the concert meant they got dinner five and a half hours late three times in the last week, and partly it's because my brain has been full of things other than "pay attention to the cats" for the last two weeks. So they've decided to make themselves impossible to ignore, mostly by taking turns having at least one eye and preferably at least one foot on me, and bellowing a lot when they don't. Lily gave me such a harangue last night that she was actually meowing by the end of it. She wanted the Patented Double-Barrel LilyBeast Scritch, after which she purred so loud she practically busted a grunion. Snip likes to be whistled at, so I gave her a piece of the New World Symphony and she came and sat in my lap for a while. They'll probably be happier this week.
I'm somewhat happier this week because I think I've solved the dextrous vs warm glove issue. My right mitten decided to go off and have adventures on its own sometime during my commute on Friday morning, so on Friday night I went to REI and found some windproof, leather-palmed, water-resistant "lobster" gloves. They give me my thumb and index finger free and keep the other three fingers together, so I can get my keys out of my pocket without taking the glove off. The only problem I have with them so far is the amount of fit-adjusting hardware they've got on the backs of the wrists, but I think I can live with that. So far my hands have been warm down to 19 degrees, which beats hell out of all my other gloves that give up at 35. And I know the water-resistant part is true because I got coffee everywhere this morning. The regiment may invest in a pair of glove liners anyway, but so far I think we have a winner.
