Thanks to running the roads and then feeling crappy, I’ve gotten way behind with the window projects. Today will be the watershed: either I get them well on their way or I’ll just do the tornado one and skip the windows show. Tomorrow I’ve got jewelry class and much soldering to do and if I decide to do the six pane window, I’ll have to go to Michael’s to get various hardware and beading for it.
The trip to Knoxville was too quick, but fine. We have procured the kegerator and will be getting it up and running very soon. I discovered that the poor little Flower Power iMac my brother has is dying. The monitor has a cyan cast over the whole right hand side. :-( Poor little thing! We are going to snatch it out of there and retire it ASAP before it dies completely. We just happen to have a G4 tower sitting around that they can use. We’ll have to go back up there again in the next few weeks to do that. Thanks to the extra travel, we may not have the kegerator party until June, sorry!
My niece’s acting debut as a street urchin in Oliver! was the main event on Saturday night. Karns High School put on a production of the play that spanned all the schools from elementary to the high school. The high school kids were very impressive. The leads had awesome voices and the music director did a good job with the choral arrangements, as well. The rendition of “Food, Glorious Food!” was a bit slow and tentative, but I’m sure nerves were the main reason – it’s the first song of the play. As everyone warmed up, the play went very well despite some sound issues and a lackluster band for accompaniment.
The Ranger is still at Ford. They can’t figure out what’s wrong with the tranny. Eh, if it’s not giving any error codes, then it is probably not anything too serious. ::fingers crossed::
Oh, and Happy Tax Day. We will get about $2400 back including the “stimulus” payments of $1200. That is our bankroll for Comic-Con!
I’m on an Emily Dickinson binge, so I leave you with a rather whimsical poem (for her, anyway):
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him, -did you not?
His notice sudden is.The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun, –
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.Several of nature’s people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.