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Jun. 29th, 2018 10:03 amUnder "the best-laid plans of mice, etc.", I still have a massive amount of vegetables at home, but I haven't eaten any since Sunday. Some of them will probably end up in the trash tonight.
Monday, I didn't go to work in favor of going to the science museum with my favorite cousin who I hadn't seen in years. They moved from Rhode Island to Ohio to Nebraska, and I have no earthly reason to go to Nebraska myself. Anyway, it was fun, but my goodness, their five-year-old has a lot of energy! We ended up having dinner at a restaurant in the vicinity of the airport, and then I came home and fed the cats and fed my introversion for a little while before falling over in bed.
Tuesday was the first summer chorus rehearsal. Hooray, Carmina Burana, but I never get the math right when I look at the bus schedule. The 66 arrives in ten minutes, but then I sit on it for half an hour and wait for the T for 20 minutes and then sit on that for 15 minutes and walk another ten minutes home. The 86 arrives in 20 minutes and I sit on it for half an hour and walk ten minutes home. I hate getting home at 10:45 because there's no decompression time between cat feeding and bedtime. Anyway, Remembering the Good Things, the Tenoch food truck makes a very satisfactory carnitas burrito.
Wednesday, I had the HRC committee meeting, which mercifully was only an hour and a half and less deadly than some because we aren't completely broke at the moment. We're doing French composers (Faure's Requiem, etc.) with a rented organ in the fall, and Haydn's Seasons with an orchestra in the spring. And because we're renting an organ, we can do all sorts of silly fundraising stuff about Organ Donations. No Tenoch truck on Wednesdays, so I went to Chipotle and sort of wish I hadn't, because these days I associate Chipotle with going to chorus and not having any fun. I got home at 9:40 or so and the cats got second dinner for the first time this week.
Thursday, second summer chorus rehearsal. I still love Carmina Burana, but I didn't love the space we were rehearsing in (Paine Hall, which has folding seats very close together, and we do a lot of standing up and sitting down again) and I was about to murder the woman next to me who wasn't listening half the time and couldn't hear the other half when the conductor said anything, so asked me. "Where are we starting?" "Which part are we singing?" "What page?" ARGH. Fell back on the Bon Me truck for dinner because the M2 shuttle I wanted to be on had broken down, so I got to Harvard Square later than I meant to. Got home at 10:45 again. But, Remembering the Good Things, it was Lily's birthday, so she made it to 12 at least and still seems to be enjoying herself.
Today's Friday, and I plan to go almost straight home after work, with a stop at Whole Foods for a rotisserie chicken. It's too hot for rotisserie chicken, but it's Lily's birthday present and will make her a very happy camper to have that for second dinner (although she won't get the whole thing). I'll probably have to throw out the salad greens and the bean sprouts, but I still have mushrooms and peppers and radishes and cucumbers and tomatoes, and fruit salad. That's a start.
I have no idea what I'm going to do this weekend, given it's going to be head-shaving weather starting tomorrow and ending sometime next weekend. Maybe I'll go see about buying some off-the-ground cat beds and another frozen gel pack, so I can put one pack under each bed and maybe keep the Hairy Beasts a little cooler.
Monday, I didn't go to work in favor of going to the science museum with my favorite cousin who I hadn't seen in years. They moved from Rhode Island to Ohio to Nebraska, and I have no earthly reason to go to Nebraska myself. Anyway, it was fun, but my goodness, their five-year-old has a lot of energy! We ended up having dinner at a restaurant in the vicinity of the airport, and then I came home and fed the cats and fed my introversion for a little while before falling over in bed.
Tuesday was the first summer chorus rehearsal. Hooray, Carmina Burana, but I never get the math right when I look at the bus schedule. The 66 arrives in ten minutes, but then I sit on it for half an hour and wait for the T for 20 minutes and then sit on that for 15 minutes and walk another ten minutes home. The 86 arrives in 20 minutes and I sit on it for half an hour and walk ten minutes home. I hate getting home at 10:45 because there's no decompression time between cat feeding and bedtime. Anyway, Remembering the Good Things, the Tenoch food truck makes a very satisfactory carnitas burrito.
Wednesday, I had the HRC committee meeting, which mercifully was only an hour and a half and less deadly than some because we aren't completely broke at the moment. We're doing French composers (Faure's Requiem, etc.) with a rented organ in the fall, and Haydn's Seasons with an orchestra in the spring. And because we're renting an organ, we can do all sorts of silly fundraising stuff about Organ Donations. No Tenoch truck on Wednesdays, so I went to Chipotle and sort of wish I hadn't, because these days I associate Chipotle with going to chorus and not having any fun. I got home at 9:40 or so and the cats got second dinner for the first time this week.
Thursday, second summer chorus rehearsal. I still love Carmina Burana, but I didn't love the space we were rehearsing in (Paine Hall, which has folding seats very close together, and we do a lot of standing up and sitting down again) and I was about to murder the woman next to me who wasn't listening half the time and couldn't hear the other half when the conductor said anything, so asked me. "Where are we starting?" "Which part are we singing?" "What page?" ARGH. Fell back on the Bon Me truck for dinner because the M2 shuttle I wanted to be on had broken down, so I got to Harvard Square later than I meant to. Got home at 10:45 again. But, Remembering the Good Things, it was Lily's birthday, so she made it to 12 at least and still seems to be enjoying herself.
Today's Friday, and I plan to go almost straight home after work, with a stop at Whole Foods for a rotisserie chicken. It's too hot for rotisserie chicken, but it's Lily's birthday present and will make her a very happy camper to have that for second dinner (although she won't get the whole thing). I'll probably have to throw out the salad greens and the bean sprouts, but I still have mushrooms and peppers and radishes and cucumbers and tomatoes, and fruit salad. That's a start.
I have no idea what I'm going to do this weekend, given it's going to be head-shaving weather starting tomorrow and ending sometime next weekend. Maybe I'll go see about buying some off-the-ground cat beds and another frozen gel pack, so I can put one pack under each bed and maybe keep the Hairy Beasts a little cooler.
