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Aug. 6th, 2018 12:14 pmIn the "never a dull moment" category, the combined DMD/MD program has tied itself in a knot because the medical school now wants the prospective student to do two years of medical school before starting dental school at all, instead of doing one year and switching to dental school, which is what the dental students do, and it works beautifully. Which means the second year of medical school in the DMD/MD program is going to lose at least a month because the dental curriculum must start in September, but the medical school second year doesn't end until October. Hissy fit from the medical school incoming in 3...2...1...
Anyway, the summer chorus is now over, which means I can stop practically living in Cambridge. I knew it was taking up a lot of my time, but it hit home when I realized last Thursday that I hadn't even looked at my cracked toe for a week. I suppose that's good because it means the toe didn't hurt, but I usually keep better track of things that are (or should be) healing. Which it is. But I also am not keeping track of anything else lately, and the following things need attention:
- The cats DESPERATELY need to be brushed. I keep finding yarfed-up hairballs (thankfully not by stepping on them).
- The toilet has developed a weak flush that needs seeing to, by a plumber, because I can't get the water shutoff knob to move and I refuse to be responsible for breaking it off.
- The hot water faucet in the shower leaks down the shower wall, and I hope it doesn't also leak down the inside of the wall.
- I need a new bag to contain loose-knit sweaters in the washing machine. The current bag has a hole big enough that a whole sweater escaped through it.
- I need a pepper mill that has more aim, because I am so tired of getting pepper all over the counters (I've been eating a lot of caprese salad with a fair amount of pepper on it).
- I've night-shifted myself getting home from rehearsals at 10:30 and going to sleep at 12:15. I need more sleep.
- The whole place needs a good going over. But I need company for that. Not help, just somebody to talk to while I do it (except the vacuuming; I can just about hear myself think over the vacuum cleaner).
Getting back to the chorus, the Monadnock concert yesterday was fun except for the standing up through all of Carmina Burana. We had risers, but no chairs. I couldn't feel my feet by the end. But the tenor soloist got into chewing on the scenery too; the roasted swan was somewhat surprised when the men's chorus came in the first time. And the baritone soloist continued to chew on the scenery, to wit: "Ego (longish pause while he stalks up to the front of the room glaring at everybody), Ego (slightly shorter pause, giggles from audience), Ego sum abbas..." I got voluntold to sing Alto 2 for this concert. Thankfully it was mostly in thirds with the Alto 1 part, so that wasn't as bad as it could have been. And now I have more music I need to find storage for.
Anyway, the summer chorus is now over, which means I can stop practically living in Cambridge. I knew it was taking up a lot of my time, but it hit home when I realized last Thursday that I hadn't even looked at my cracked toe for a week. I suppose that's good because it means the toe didn't hurt, but I usually keep better track of things that are (or should be) healing. Which it is. But I also am not keeping track of anything else lately, and the following things need attention:
- The cats DESPERATELY need to be brushed. I keep finding yarfed-up hairballs (thankfully not by stepping on them).
- The toilet has developed a weak flush that needs seeing to, by a plumber, because I can't get the water shutoff knob to move and I refuse to be responsible for breaking it off.
- The hot water faucet in the shower leaks down the shower wall, and I hope it doesn't also leak down the inside of the wall.
- I need a new bag to contain loose-knit sweaters in the washing machine. The current bag has a hole big enough that a whole sweater escaped through it.
- I need a pepper mill that has more aim, because I am so tired of getting pepper all over the counters (I've been eating a lot of caprese salad with a fair amount of pepper on it).
- I've night-shifted myself getting home from rehearsals at 10:30 and going to sleep at 12:15. I need more sleep.
- The whole place needs a good going over. But I need company for that. Not help, just somebody to talk to while I do it (except the vacuuming; I can just about hear myself think over the vacuum cleaner).
Getting back to the chorus, the Monadnock concert yesterday was fun except for the standing up through all of Carmina Burana. We had risers, but no chairs. I couldn't feel my feet by the end. But the tenor soloist got into chewing on the scenery too; the roasted swan was somewhat surprised when the men's chorus came in the first time. And the baritone soloist continued to chew on the scenery, to wit: "Ego (longish pause while he stalks up to the front of the room glaring at everybody), Ego (slightly shorter pause, giggles from audience), Ego sum abbas..." I got voluntold to sing Alto 2 for this concert. Thankfully it was mostly in thirds with the Alto 1 part, so that wasn't as bad as it could have been. And now I have more music I need to find storage for.
