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Jul. 14th, 2014 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesThe calendar says today is Monday. So does everything else about it. Lily decided to keep me awake from 4:15 to 5:30 this morning for no particular reason, it's hit-in-the-face-with-a-hot-washcloth humid, the bus took about half an hour to get from Route 9 to Francis St., my email is full of things I don't wanna deal with, and my vacation is still two weeks away.
On the positive side, however, the weekend was lovely. I woke up on Saturday morning feeling like doing something silly, but got the grocery shopping out of the way first. Along about lunchtime, I figured out that the definition of "silly" could be "get a frame put around the arm tattoo", and found a place that does walk-in appointments for small tattoos on Saturdays. So I got myself all psyched up for that and went down there...and was just barely too late to have the tattoo done and still make it to my voice lesson. That left me with all sorts of extra adrenalin and nothing to let it out with, so I went pelting off to Coolidge Corner and calmed myself down by wandering through the bookstore. I bought a book on the Borgias and went pelting off to the park around the corner from the voice studio, and sat there in the shade with no shoes on for an hour or so, reading about 15th century church politics.
The voice lesson itself went fairly well in that we figured out what to do about what I'm doing wrong now. And then at the end I became the billionth person on the planet to try singing Let it Go, and we had to stop after the first phrase because it turns out I can sing the lowest note in the song as originally written. It's the first time I've ever heard "You have an F!" in an educational context and had it be good news. (I didn't know it was an F, because we had one set of music and one set of just lyrics and I was the one with the lyrics.)
I was waiting for thunderstorms on Saturday night and we never got them. It's disappointing when the whole back half of the state is under a bright red band on the radar map, and by the time it gets here, it's either so broken up that all we get is rain, or it breaks north and south and we don't get anything. I'm sure it would make Snip happy if she could read weather maps.
Lily is going through one of her "wake me up, demand attention, settle down for five minutes, jump off the bed, sharpen claws on box spring, jump back on the bed and demand attention" cycles. Unfortunately she does it between 4:15 and 5:30 AM, which is less than ideal. She usually gets over it in less than a week, but I wish she wouldn't do it in the first place. She started on Saturday night and continued last night.
Anyway, on Sunday I got some useful things done, to wit: vacuumed the living room and the pantry, did laundry, and made apricot crumble again. (I should see if this recipe is any different points-wise; I used half a pound more apricots, half as much sugar and twice as much oatmeal as last time. The sugar and the oatmeal probably cancel each other out, though.) After that I decided to be outdoors for a bit, so went down to Marathon Sports for more socks and then to the Public Garden for my birthday swan boat ride. I always enjoy that, even though I don't quite know why. After that I came home again and pretty much merfed around for the rest of the day.
This morning (after not giving Lily flying lessons, tempted though I may have been) I discovered that Snip had dropped her puffball in the water dish. Which rendered the water undrinkable on account of the puffball being in it, and also made the puffball untouchable on account of being wet. So I fished out the puffball and dried it off a bit, and provided fresh water and breakfast, and all was right with Snip's little furry world. Silly beast.
On the positive side, however, the weekend was lovely. I woke up on Saturday morning feeling like doing something silly, but got the grocery shopping out of the way first. Along about lunchtime, I figured out that the definition of "silly" could be "get a frame put around the arm tattoo", and found a place that does walk-in appointments for small tattoos on Saturdays. So I got myself all psyched up for that and went down there...and was just barely too late to have the tattoo done and still make it to my voice lesson. That left me with all sorts of extra adrenalin and nothing to let it out with, so I went pelting off to Coolidge Corner and calmed myself down by wandering through the bookstore. I bought a book on the Borgias and went pelting off to the park around the corner from the voice studio, and sat there in the shade with no shoes on for an hour or so, reading about 15th century church politics.
The voice lesson itself went fairly well in that we figured out what to do about what I'm doing wrong now. And then at the end I became the billionth person on the planet to try singing Let it Go, and we had to stop after the first phrase because it turns out I can sing the lowest note in the song as originally written. It's the first time I've ever heard "You have an F!" in an educational context and had it be good news. (I didn't know it was an F, because we had one set of music and one set of just lyrics and I was the one with the lyrics.)
I was waiting for thunderstorms on Saturday night and we never got them. It's disappointing when the whole back half of the state is under a bright red band on the radar map, and by the time it gets here, it's either so broken up that all we get is rain, or it breaks north and south and we don't get anything. I'm sure it would make Snip happy if she could read weather maps.
Lily is going through one of her "wake me up, demand attention, settle down for five minutes, jump off the bed, sharpen claws on box spring, jump back on the bed and demand attention" cycles. Unfortunately she does it between 4:15 and 5:30 AM, which is less than ideal. She usually gets over it in less than a week, but I wish she wouldn't do it in the first place. She started on Saturday night and continued last night.
Anyway, on Sunday I got some useful things done, to wit: vacuumed the living room and the pantry, did laundry, and made apricot crumble again. (I should see if this recipe is any different points-wise; I used half a pound more apricots, half as much sugar and twice as much oatmeal as last time. The sugar and the oatmeal probably cancel each other out, though.) After that I decided to be outdoors for a bit, so went down to Marathon Sports for more socks and then to the Public Garden for my birthday swan boat ride. I always enjoy that, even though I don't quite know why. After that I came home again and pretty much merfed around for the rest of the day.
This morning (after not giving Lily flying lessons, tempted though I may have been) I discovered that Snip had dropped her puffball in the water dish. Which rendered the water undrinkable on account of the puffball being in it, and also made the puffball untouchable on account of being wet. So I fished out the puffball and dried it off a bit, and provided fresh water and breakfast, and all was right with Snip's little furry world. Silly beast.
