All I Got is Four Minutes
For the Salter canine, Mother's Day was not a bundle of joy, which might be appropriate for a dog we found jumping up against her cage in the pound, back when such means of getting a home companion were still en vogue. After waking me up at 7:30 to let her out, Lady somehow managed to get into a fight with some anonymous cruel being who left her with a sinfully deep gash on her head, which Emma found around ten and alerted Colleen and me. Colleen decided to take Lady to an emergency vet in Temecula, even though our own vet is in San Jacinto (we didn't know) and she got several stitches, and a drain, and some anesthetic in her leg. She kind of looks like I did right after surgery, actually. She got back around eight last night and moped, loopily, around the kitchen table all night, but managed to keep breathing, and did a full rotation around the table through the night. We left her in the garage this morning with the inside door open, and when I got back she jumped up, tail wagging, to greet me, although the place the anesthetic went in seems to be itchy because she books it for the carpet to scratch her derriere and also slid down the hill in our backyard when I took her out to pee on her glutius.
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I took Emma to Idyllwild School to sing a recruitment set with the Chamber Singers. Talked to old (OLD) teachers Buzz Holmes, Patty Carratello, Lenore Sazer-Krebbers, and Karen Visel; Buzz even pointed me out as an alum of Idyllwild and also the Hemet Chamber Singers. Emma was the only other one there. I don't know any of the Chamber Singers now, of course, but several of them are young siblings of my choirmates, like little Evans, Smith, and Gray; I have cursory knowledge of Hannah Moore and Anthony Story but only because of the musical. Emma had a solo in "Orange-Colored Sky" which she did very well, even some of the more difficult quick rhythms and some jazzy minor notes that would stymie any more of an amateur. There were several soloists who did impressive performances, and the choir is pretty good; I can tell Dr. Wells, the new conductor, has a knack for organizing voices and I imagine the quality will improve over time. Mrs. Pumphrey had great taste in music but lacked a bit in the department of teaching high schoolers to sing, having spent most of her career teaching middle schoolers, meaning we used to have a great influx of singers into the department. Now that said influx is considerably weaker, it was difficult for her to do the music she liked with limited talent.
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I went down to see Lindsey Good and talked a bit with her parents, then went to redeem recyclables (or, as Emma says, "Re-cy-cer-a-bers!") for a whopping $14.50 (must remember you get a lot more money for plastic and aluminum than for glass...Katie and I recycle but we tend to mix our stuff, and I use a lot of plastic and she a lot of aluminum, and we split. Maybe I should do my own) then we were heading to Applebee's for brunch but we passed Mimi's and did a quick U-turn (who wouldn't?!). We had a great brunch complete with mimosas (hers with orange juice, mine with cranberry) and lots of catching up about work, dating, and gossip, and all the stuff we love to talk about. We haven't seen each other for years and are still able to talk like it was yesterday. As I was chugging the rest of my champagne one of the waitresses came over and stood by us, and we kind of both thought "WTF" until we saw that it was Katie Fiorito (of course right when I was being a lush, after nursing my alcohol the whole meal!), amusingly perturbed that we didn't ask to sit in her section (in fairness, Lindsey thought she worked at Chili's. Come to think of it, I knew she didn't work at Chili's. But no one asked me). I didn't want to leave just then, so we watched last night's episode of Desperate Housewives at her place before I left to go get my blood drawn (I have never seen such massive vials! Only six this time, but two were supersized so it was like eight) and drove by WaMu and then home.
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Andrew called yesterday with info about applying for work at Disneyland. I expect he's sick of me wanting every detail but really I'm sitting here on my ass (much more mobile than my last convalescent stint at home, still) and have nothing but to look forward to it. I mean, it's like how we used to spend countless hours reading Disneyland books and watching travel info videos ("Prince Ali ba da ba dee...I guess you won't be hearing my voice in any future Disney...animated.......movies") to kill time before actual trips, so he's used to it. Sounds like Thursdays are ideal days to go in for interviews, and I found a nice button down shirt that I can wear over GWB and makes me look respectable (must try to get my hair cut before I leave home and am financially emancipated) so it sounds like I'm going to try and go in a week from Thursday, if Andrew can either pick me up from LA or from the train station. Still crossing fingers the Center on Child Welfare will let me help them out a few days a week for a few weeks. Should remember to call Cheryl tomorrow.
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I loved driving and listening to my own music! I need a car.
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I took Emma to Idyllwild School to sing a recruitment set with the Chamber Singers. Talked to old (OLD) teachers Buzz Holmes, Patty Carratello, Lenore Sazer-Krebbers, and Karen Visel; Buzz even pointed me out as an alum of Idyllwild and also the Hemet Chamber Singers. Emma was the only other one there. I don't know any of the Chamber Singers now, of course, but several of them are young siblings of my choirmates, like little Evans, Smith, and Gray; I have cursory knowledge of Hannah Moore and Anthony Story but only because of the musical. Emma had a solo in "Orange-Colored Sky" which she did very well, even some of the more difficult quick rhythms and some jazzy minor notes that would stymie any more of an amateur. There were several soloists who did impressive performances, and the choir is pretty good; I can tell Dr. Wells, the new conductor, has a knack for organizing voices and I imagine the quality will improve over time. Mrs. Pumphrey had great taste in music but lacked a bit in the department of teaching high schoolers to sing, having spent most of her career teaching middle schoolers, meaning we used to have a great influx of singers into the department. Now that said influx is considerably weaker, it was difficult for her to do the music she liked with limited talent.
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I went down to see Lindsey Good and talked a bit with her parents, then went to redeem recyclables (or, as Emma says, "Re-cy-cer-a-bers!") for a whopping $14.50 (must remember you get a lot more money for plastic and aluminum than for glass...Katie and I recycle but we tend to mix our stuff, and I use a lot of plastic and she a lot of aluminum, and we split. Maybe I should do my own) then we were heading to Applebee's for brunch but we passed Mimi's and did a quick U-turn (who wouldn't?!). We had a great brunch complete with mimosas (hers with orange juice, mine with cranberry) and lots of catching up about work, dating, and gossip, and all the stuff we love to talk about. We haven't seen each other for years and are still able to talk like it was yesterday. As I was chugging the rest of my champagne one of the waitresses came over and stood by us, and we kind of both thought "WTF" until we saw that it was Katie Fiorito (of course right when I was being a lush, after nursing my alcohol the whole meal!), amusingly perturbed that we didn't ask to sit in her section (in fairness, Lindsey thought she worked at Chili's. Come to think of it, I knew she didn't work at Chili's. But no one asked me). I didn't want to leave just then, so we watched last night's episode of Desperate Housewives at her place before I left to go get my blood drawn (I have never seen such massive vials! Only six this time, but two were supersized so it was like eight) and drove by WaMu and then home.
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Andrew called yesterday with info about applying for work at Disneyland. I expect he's sick of me wanting every detail but really I'm sitting here on my ass (much more mobile than my last convalescent stint at home, still) and have nothing but to look forward to it. I mean, it's like how we used to spend countless hours reading Disneyland books and watching travel info videos ("Prince Ali ba da ba dee...I guess you won't be hearing my voice in any future Disney...animated.......movies") to kill time before actual trips, so he's used to it. Sounds like Thursdays are ideal days to go in for interviews, and I found a nice button down shirt that I can wear over GWB and makes me look respectable (must try to get my hair cut before I leave home and am financially emancipated) so it sounds like I'm going to try and go in a week from Thursday, if Andrew can either pick me up from LA or from the train station. Still crossing fingers the Center on Child Welfare will let me help them out a few days a week for a few weeks. Should remember to call Cheryl tomorrow.
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I loved driving and listening to my own music! I need a car.