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Nov. 27th, 2018 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesFour more days. This has been the longest two and a half weeks of my life as far as I can remember. At least these days I'm reasonably certain I'll open the door downstairs and find a live cat. I wasn't sure about that for a while there. Now she's eating a reasonable amount and stopped wanting second dinner, which means I've got 78 little cans of cat food and nobody to eat them. I wonder if the Gifford Cat Shelter would want them? If not, maybe I'll see if Dr. P wants them when she comes to do Lily's blood draw on Dec 20.
Dress rehearsal last night, which was equal parts annoying (no, the entire alto section was NOT singing flat all night; one alto was, and she was behind me) and balm for the soul, which is what I sing for. Unfortunately when rehearsal ended, it was pouring rain and blowing all over and generally nasty out and I didn't like it At All. Fortunately all the connections worked out for once, and I walked off the 66 right onto the train, so I got home at about 10:40 and got to hang out with Lily for a little while. I'll have to go to bed early tonight, though, because we have the second dress rehearsal tomorrow night.
I suppose one of the advantages to having rehearsal in Harvard Square is that the Coop bookstore is right there. Yesterday the NY Times had an interesting review of a book on the Vietnam War, about which I know practically nothing, and last night I strolled into the bookstore and bought the book. The review claims that the author comes at the subject as if the war was everybody's fault, which is one of the things I've found frustrating about what little I've read about it so far. Everybody wants to blame the Communists or the Vietnamese nationalists or the Americans sticking their noses where they didn't belong, but nobody I've read yet has wanted to blame all sides. (Still waiting for a book like that on Israel and Palestine, which is also everybody's fault as far as I can tell.)
However, having just finished Prairie Fires (destitute midwestern farmers, 1880-1940, with emphasis on Laura Ingalls Wilder) and The Battle of Arnhem (Monty and Browning, argh), I'm not sure I can stand any more historical clusterfucks just yet. Fortunately I have the latest No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency book, in which things always work out in the end, and The Paper Menagerie to get through first.
Nice of NASA to land the Insight rover on Mars way the hell away from where Mark Watney could have gotten to it. If I were Andy Weir and had to keep answering questions about why he didn't use Insight, it would get really annoying (and I'm sure there are people out there who would go to author talks just to ask about that).
I have no idea where that last thought came from.
Dress rehearsal last night, which was equal parts annoying (no, the entire alto section was NOT singing flat all night; one alto was, and she was behind me) and balm for the soul, which is what I sing for. Unfortunately when rehearsal ended, it was pouring rain and blowing all over and generally nasty out and I didn't like it At All. Fortunately all the connections worked out for once, and I walked off the 66 right onto the train, so I got home at about 10:40 and got to hang out with Lily for a little while. I'll have to go to bed early tonight, though, because we have the second dress rehearsal tomorrow night.
I suppose one of the advantages to having rehearsal in Harvard Square is that the Coop bookstore is right there. Yesterday the NY Times had an interesting review of a book on the Vietnam War, about which I know practically nothing, and last night I strolled into the bookstore and bought the book. The review claims that the author comes at the subject as if the war was everybody's fault, which is one of the things I've found frustrating about what little I've read about it so far. Everybody wants to blame the Communists or the Vietnamese nationalists or the Americans sticking their noses where they didn't belong, but nobody I've read yet has wanted to blame all sides. (Still waiting for a book like that on Israel and Palestine, which is also everybody's fault as far as I can tell.)
However, having just finished Prairie Fires (destitute midwestern farmers, 1880-1940, with emphasis on Laura Ingalls Wilder) and The Battle of Arnhem (Monty and Browning, argh), I'm not sure I can stand any more historical clusterfucks just yet. Fortunately I have the latest No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency book, in which things always work out in the end, and The Paper Menagerie to get through first.
Nice of NASA to land the Insight rover on Mars way the hell away from where Mark Watney could have gotten to it. If I were Andy Weir and had to keep answering questions about why he didn't use Insight, it would get really annoying (and I'm sure there are people out there who would go to author talks just to ask about that).
I have no idea where that last thought came from.
