Daily Snapshot
I slept in today, gloriously so, finally crawling out of bed around 10:30 AM. After much sitting around doing nothing in particular, I went to the nearby Barnes & Noble to do the obligatory holiday shopping, one load of laundry washed and another started.
While there, saw The Dude Abides, Elliott Smith and the Big Nothing, and Bach's complete W-TC conveniently placed next to each other on a shelf.
Came back home, put laundry in to dry, waited too long for supper (but gave the cats theirs early, so they wouldn't complain when I got back home at 1:00 AM), then went to Pennsylvania to sing two Christmas Eve services. A piece of mine was performed, and rather than letting it pass unnoticed, the director put a little blurb about the who I was in the choir, where I'm going to school, and the fact that I wrote the piece. Lots of comments from people afterward telling me how much they liked it.
* shy smile *
Got dinner between services, met a lovely family, many of whom were in the choir: one of the sopranos had two of her kids visit. One daughter is a lesbian, one son is gay, both of their partners were there, and another daughter showed up to an earlier service with her husband and three kids.
Eventually I drove back home to cats who think I still owe them food, and a clothes processor full of water instead of dry clothes. I filled up our four (five? No, probably four) quart cooking pot-twice-in addition to all the water that spilled out when I opened it in the dark thinking that it would be dry.
Having successfully bailed out the clothes processor, I figured I should do an experiment and try to dry something again, to make sure my various finagling hadn't screwed something up earlier. Looking at it now, I can see that it is full of water again. I hope there's a laundromat open somewhere tomorrow, and I think I know what's going to the top of my Post-Christmas list. Guess I'd better go bail out the clothes processor again.
While there, saw The Dude Abides, Elliott Smith and the Big Nothing, and Bach's complete W-TC conveniently placed next to each other on a shelf.
Came back home, put laundry in to dry, waited too long for supper (but gave the cats theirs early, so they wouldn't complain when I got back home at 1:00 AM), then went to Pennsylvania to sing two Christmas Eve services. A piece of mine was performed, and rather than letting it pass unnoticed, the director put a little blurb about the who I was in the choir, where I'm going to school, and the fact that I wrote the piece. Lots of comments from people afterward telling me how much they liked it.
* shy smile *
Got dinner between services, met a lovely family, many of whom were in the choir: one of the sopranos had two of her kids visit. One daughter is a lesbian, one son is gay, both of their partners were there, and another daughter showed up to an earlier service with her husband and three kids.
Eventually I drove back home to cats who think I still owe them food, and a clothes processor full of water instead of dry clothes. I filled up our four (five? No, probably four) quart cooking pot-twice-in addition to all the water that spilled out when I opened it in the dark thinking that it would be dry.
Having successfully bailed out the clothes processor, I figured I should do an experiment and try to dry something again, to make sure my various finagling hadn't screwed something up earlier. Looking at it now, I can see that it is full of water again. I hope there's a laundromat open somewhere tomorrow, and I think I know what's going to the top of my Post-Christmas list. Guess I'd better go bail out the clothes processor again.