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May. 4th, 2015 10:35 amThe best laid plans of mice, et cetera...I had two things I wanted to do on Saturday. The first was "sleep until done sleeping" and the second was "go see Age of Ultron". Lily decided I should be up at 7:00 and it took me half an hour to get her to go away. (And then I went back to sleep until 10:00.)
Eventually I put myself together (mostly), and took the granny cart grocery shopping. It was necessary, because my shoulder wasn't about to let me carry things, but the cart really does make me feel ancient and venerable. But at least I managed to buy fruit and vegetables and cat food and got them all home again without any major disasters. And I think the shoulder is getting better, if "better" means "hurts some all the time, instead of suddenly hurting so much I wish it would fall off, several times a day". And I absolutely need a new desk chair for home, because the one I've got now is too low and jacks up the shoulder in a completely unnecessary fashion. And the chair arms keep getting stuck under the desk drawer and I keep having to yank it out and that annoys me. So, commenceth the Quest for an armless desk chair with adjustable seat height.
After the grocery shopping I looked up movie times and wandered off to Fenway (by bus, because the bus happened to be there when I was, which never happens on weekends) intending to go to the 3:00 show. Unfortunately all the Saturday showtimes were sold out by 2:00; I should have bought a ticket online while I was merfing around in the airport in Dallas last week. Oh well, there's always next weekend. So I came home again and did laundry and made leek pie instead. I ended up overcooking it a bit, but better that than undercooked and it tastes good anyway. Leeks go with anything smoked, and I used some very strongly smoked cheddar. Good stuff.
Yesterday was the HRC concert, which went pretty well musically, but also conflicted with Mayfair in Harvard Square so we didn't have much audience. However, given that yesterday was an excellent day for a street fair, I can't blame anybody who didn't want to pay $20 to sit in the dark for an hour and listen to depressing Civil War tribute music. If we had been singing outdoors, we'd have had a better audience, but the orchestra couldn't have done that. So there was a concert, and the alto with the seizure disorder didn't have a seizure (she'd had one at every rehearsal I've been at since mid-March), and now I can forget everything I ever knew about Ralph Vaughan Williams and William Schuman. At least until next time. (Hopefully Schuman won't have a next time.) I wonder what we're in for starting in September?
Eventually I put myself together (mostly), and took the granny cart grocery shopping. It was necessary, because my shoulder wasn't about to let me carry things, but the cart really does make me feel ancient and venerable. But at least I managed to buy fruit and vegetables and cat food and got them all home again without any major disasters. And I think the shoulder is getting better, if "better" means "hurts some all the time, instead of suddenly hurting so much I wish it would fall off, several times a day". And I absolutely need a new desk chair for home, because the one I've got now is too low and jacks up the shoulder in a completely unnecessary fashion. And the chair arms keep getting stuck under the desk drawer and I keep having to yank it out and that annoys me. So, commenceth the Quest for an armless desk chair with adjustable seat height.
After the grocery shopping I looked up movie times and wandered off to Fenway (by bus, because the bus happened to be there when I was, which never happens on weekends) intending to go to the 3:00 show. Unfortunately all the Saturday showtimes were sold out by 2:00; I should have bought a ticket online while I was merfing around in the airport in Dallas last week. Oh well, there's always next weekend. So I came home again and did laundry and made leek pie instead. I ended up overcooking it a bit, but better that than undercooked and it tastes good anyway. Leeks go with anything smoked, and I used some very strongly smoked cheddar. Good stuff.
Yesterday was the HRC concert, which went pretty well musically, but also conflicted with Mayfair in Harvard Square so we didn't have much audience. However, given that yesterday was an excellent day for a street fair, I can't blame anybody who didn't want to pay $20 to sit in the dark for an hour and listen to depressing Civil War tribute music. If we had been singing outdoors, we'd have had a better audience, but the orchestra couldn't have done that. So there was a concert, and the alto with the seizure disorder didn't have a seizure (she'd had one at every rehearsal I've been at since mid-March), and now I can forget everything I ever knew about Ralph Vaughan Williams and William Schuman. At least until next time. (Hopefully Schuman won't have a next time.) I wonder what we're in for starting in September?
