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Jan. 29th, 2018 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesIf I were ever in a position to ask somebody who actually knows whether there's a god or not, I would ask "Are there gods?" instead. If the answer is yes, monotheistic religions are wrong. If the answer is no, there are no gods at all. (This line of thought brought to you by thinking about what the response to "Is there a god?" would mean. Mostly it would mean I'd have a follow-up question: "Which one?")
It was a major struggle to get myself going this morning, because I couldn't get going yesterday. Waking up with a headache will do that, even though I Advilled it into submission for breakfast. I got as far as cleaning out the fridge and opening the kitchen window for a couple of hours, but that was about all. I couldn't even get it together enough to embroider, and flipping the futon mattress over was Right Out. Besides, every time I thought about it, there was a sleeping cat holding it down.
On Saturday, on the other hand, I got a few things done, including buying kitty litter and doing laundry in the newly happy washing machine. The only thing is, having had the feet leveled, it doesn't go THUD THUD THUD when it starts spinning so I don't know when it's five minutes from the end of the cycle. Not that it's the end of the world if I don't know that. And I discovered that High Sierra doesn't play nice with Steam and/or Civ 5, so I can't waste time that way even if I want to. Harumpf.
On Saturday night I went to the BSO concert, because a chorus committee member had an extra ticket. I like Beethoven (8th Symphony) and Stravinsky (The Fairy's Kiss), but I do not like Ligeti's Violin Concerto at all as music. It's contemporary and it's very technically challenging, which I can appreciate, but musically the only way it might make sense is if I took a large amount of LSD beforehand. And it's half an hour long, so it gave me plenty of time to not like it (when they put a note in the program about how long a piece is, so you know when it's over, you're probably in for it). But it was a free ticket, and I would never have seen that piece live to appreciate the technical difficulty if I hadn't been there, so what am I complaining about? There was another contemporary piece that was supposedly a chamber opera (Powder Her Face by Thomas Adès, who was conducting it; also half an hour long, with a note in the program), which made more sense musically but kept reminding me of a poor man's version of George Gershwin and various other flourishes from various other musicals.
On the way home from the concert, my left ankle went out. Either because I was tired, or because I was wearing shoes I wasn't accustomed to, or both, but by the time I got home, it was definitely time to be off it. I stayed off it on Sunday on account of not getting my act together, and it seems to be mostly OK again. I really wish somebody would tell me why it does that. So far we know it isn't a bone issue (as of three or so years ago when I suddenly couldn't put weight on it, and went to the ER and got it x-rayed), and it isn't a sprain. My GP said it might be a nerve issue, but that's on the "well, maybe someday" list and it isn't someday yet.
My assistant is leaving at the end of next week, having found a greener pasture in Cambridge. Which means we're getting a temp until I get a new assistant. Whee?
It was a major struggle to get myself going this morning, because I couldn't get going yesterday. Waking up with a headache will do that, even though I Advilled it into submission for breakfast. I got as far as cleaning out the fridge and opening the kitchen window for a couple of hours, but that was about all. I couldn't even get it together enough to embroider, and flipping the futon mattress over was Right Out. Besides, every time I thought about it, there was a sleeping cat holding it down.
On Saturday, on the other hand, I got a few things done, including buying kitty litter and doing laundry in the newly happy washing machine. The only thing is, having had the feet leveled, it doesn't go THUD THUD THUD when it starts spinning so I don't know when it's five minutes from the end of the cycle. Not that it's the end of the world if I don't know that. And I discovered that High Sierra doesn't play nice with Steam and/or Civ 5, so I can't waste time that way even if I want to. Harumpf.
On Saturday night I went to the BSO concert, because a chorus committee member had an extra ticket. I like Beethoven (8th Symphony) and Stravinsky (The Fairy's Kiss), but I do not like Ligeti's Violin Concerto at all as music. It's contemporary and it's very technically challenging, which I can appreciate, but musically the only way it might make sense is if I took a large amount of LSD beforehand. And it's half an hour long, so it gave me plenty of time to not like it (when they put a note in the program about how long a piece is, so you know when it's over, you're probably in for it). But it was a free ticket, and I would never have seen that piece live to appreciate the technical difficulty if I hadn't been there, so what am I complaining about? There was another contemporary piece that was supposedly a chamber opera (Powder Her Face by Thomas Adès, who was conducting it; also half an hour long, with a note in the program), which made more sense musically but kept reminding me of a poor man's version of George Gershwin and various other flourishes from various other musicals.
On the way home from the concert, my left ankle went out. Either because I was tired, or because I was wearing shoes I wasn't accustomed to, or both, but by the time I got home, it was definitely time to be off it. I stayed off it on Sunday on account of not getting my act together, and it seems to be mostly OK again. I really wish somebody would tell me why it does that. So far we know it isn't a bone issue (as of three or so years ago when I suddenly couldn't put weight on it, and went to the ER and got it x-rayed), and it isn't a sprain. My GP said it might be a nerve issue, but that's on the "well, maybe someday" list and it isn't someday yet.
My assistant is leaving at the end of next week, having found a greener pasture in Cambridge. Which means we're getting a temp until I get a new assistant. Whee?
