Home a Minute
It is my papa's 88th birthday today. That's a lot. No one in his family has ever made it nearly this far before. They usually check out about 69 or earlier. He's doing well.
So I heard a song the other day from Sissel's "Northern Lights" cd. It has thrown me out of balance into a nightmare-feeling that I can't shake. I can't get the song out of my head, and it makes me weep and won't let me go. I vacillate between never wanting to hear it again and thinking I had better listen to it and get it out of my system. Maybe more familiarity would decrease its power. I feel like it puts me closer than I want to be to the other side. Garn! Why do people make such songs? NOT FAIR!
I did something really stupid today. I forgot about an assembly. Went through my mental checklist, found the Ken Garff Keys to Success assembly tomorrow and completely blanked on the Scholarship one this morning. Got to school late. Margaret called as I was turning into my parking stall. Garn. Had to medicate a kitten this morning on top of the rest of my morning duties. Abigail got an abscess from a puncture wound. She was limping on Saturday and holding her shoulder funny. The vet tech said it was small, we caught it really early. As I was paying my bill, a friend of mine from the singles ward who moved into my home ward came out of the back. One look at her face and I knew what had happened. I shall miss Maggie. She was a good little animal.
And while we're still on the subject of gore, my little Sarah split her birthmark open yesterday. The skin is so fragile they couldn't even stitch it. Had to glue it together. She had been contemplating plastic surgery for cosmetic reasons, but it has now become a life-threatening issue. It opened up about six inches, and she lost about a pint of blood really fast.
Note to self: when moving a bookshelf, make sure to lay both speakers on their sides.
Last week we had six shows in six days. This week we only have four shows in five days. I have to work on Sunday. Senior class decided to ask today, and my crazy children had to be right there and of course they were accommodating when I tried to turn them down. Could have smacked them. Might yet.
Murphy's guitar concert was last Friday. Guess who ran sound and mixed the show? Oh yes. There are reasons why I am Tery and the rest of them are not. Murphy said it was the best mix he'd ever had. Oh yeah. I'm The Bear. I know I have deficiencies; there are things I don't hear, things I don't notice until they are brought to my attention, some things I can't distinguish even then, but I am GOOD! I forget that.
Had a marathon light setting for the choir concert. We were supposed to be done about five, as it was an easy show. Staggered out of the auditorium at 11. Our light board (you may want to stop reading, lasolimu) lost its mind. It refused to do anything. Would only show 15 channels (out of 125). Would not accept any input, refused to control any lights. I spent an hour and a half on the phone with Randy from GTS. It would not accept its password. We finally decided it was time to move on and take it out the next day. I was a little upset by then, and nothing I saw on Big Sister (the old light board) made any sense, so I parked everything in channel 0 and started to program it. It slipped my mind that we had used the board in a recent rental and had a decent patch. I screwed it up completely, much to the chagrin of the boys who had patched it. I know. Sometimes I don't think really clearly. I truly believe that electronic things heal. The next morning when one of my boys plugged it in and fired it up, it accepted its password and booted up straight and true. Randy found nothing wrong, but a lot of the settings were screwy--things that should not have been touched and made the poor little board work way too hard and probably at least contributed to the breakdown.
Much more to write, but I really need to put my little family to bed. Laters
So I heard a song the other day from Sissel's "Northern Lights" cd. It has thrown me out of balance into a nightmare-feeling that I can't shake. I can't get the song out of my head, and it makes me weep and won't let me go. I vacillate between never wanting to hear it again and thinking I had better listen to it and get it out of my system. Maybe more familiarity would decrease its power. I feel like it puts me closer than I want to be to the other side. Garn! Why do people make such songs? NOT FAIR!
I did something really stupid today. I forgot about an assembly. Went through my mental checklist, found the Ken Garff Keys to Success assembly tomorrow and completely blanked on the Scholarship one this morning. Got to school late. Margaret called as I was turning into my parking stall. Garn. Had to medicate a kitten this morning on top of the rest of my morning duties. Abigail got an abscess from a puncture wound. She was limping on Saturday and holding her shoulder funny. The vet tech said it was small, we caught it really early. As I was paying my bill, a friend of mine from the singles ward who moved into my home ward came out of the back. One look at her face and I knew what had happened. I shall miss Maggie. She was a good little animal.
And while we're still on the subject of gore, my little Sarah split her birthmark open yesterday. The skin is so fragile they couldn't even stitch it. Had to glue it together. She had been contemplating plastic surgery for cosmetic reasons, but it has now become a life-threatening issue. It opened up about six inches, and she lost about a pint of blood really fast.
Note to self: when moving a bookshelf, make sure to lay both speakers on their sides.
Last week we had six shows in six days. This week we only have four shows in five days. I have to work on Sunday. Senior class decided to ask today, and my crazy children had to be right there and of course they were accommodating when I tried to turn them down. Could have smacked them. Might yet.
Murphy's guitar concert was last Friday. Guess who ran sound and mixed the show? Oh yes. There are reasons why I am Tery and the rest of them are not. Murphy said it was the best mix he'd ever had. Oh yeah. I'm The Bear. I know I have deficiencies; there are things I don't hear, things I don't notice until they are brought to my attention, some things I can't distinguish even then, but I am GOOD! I forget that.
Had a marathon light setting for the choir concert. We were supposed to be done about five, as it was an easy show. Staggered out of the auditorium at 11. Our light board (you may want to stop reading, lasolimu) lost its mind. It refused to do anything. Would only show 15 channels (out of 125). Would not accept any input, refused to control any lights. I spent an hour and a half on the phone with Randy from GTS. It would not accept its password. We finally decided it was time to move on and take it out the next day. I was a little upset by then, and nothing I saw on Big Sister (the old light board) made any sense, so I parked everything in channel 0 and started to program it. It slipped my mind that we had used the board in a recent rental and had a decent patch. I screwed it up completely, much to the chagrin of the boys who had patched it. I know. Sometimes I don't think really clearly. I truly believe that electronic things heal. The next morning when one of my boys plugged it in and fired it up, it accepted its password and booted up straight and true. Randy found nothing wrong, but a lot of the settings were screwy--things that should not have been touched and made the poor little board work way too hard and probably at least contributed to the breakdown.
Much more to write, but I really need to put my little family to bed. Laters