1/2/01 First Day of School ∼ from Despina's Infamous Green Journal (1/18/16; WC: 898)
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First Day of School
Tuesday
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Back to the old grind. The kids weren't too bad, but they sure were lacking in enthusiasm. Normal after a long break, I guess. Conestoga doesn't start back until tomorrow. If I were still teaching there in the afternoons, I'd have been screwed again.
As it was, I came home the thirty-first, as my chore person couldn't be there past that date. It was just as well. Teresa got a new camera, a digital video, for Christmas. Boy, am I ever jealous! Since it was the start of the new millennium, Willis, Naomi, and Teresa came over to video the herd, sort of Pandemonium Strikes the New Millennium, or some-such. A Millennium Party.
We decided to run the herd past one or two at a time to be able to call their names. I was out there with my Panasonic AG, (considered a pro grade camera when I bought it) and Teresa had her dainty new DV, shooting in the same frigid air, same weather/sun/snowy conditions, to do a head to head comparison of the two. I know DV has been heralded as the great new technology, but if I can't see the difference, I won't pay for it.
Well, the gates were terminally snowed open. Nobody felt like doing hours of digging before we videoed, so we stationed Naomi at the driveway head with a bucket to bang to turn them back. When we finally got them all running, she stood there and WATCHED 3/4 OF THE HERD run down the driveway. Had it been me, new to the horse herd, I'd probably have done the same thing. They were awesome.
When they got across from the ones who were still in the pen, at their frantic cries, they turned back, thank heavens.
De Nada, bless her old soul, began to lead them back through the people gate, but Awsom had other ideas and made a wild dash for freedom! The ones who had already come back in swirled around Teresa and I and ran back out the gate. EVERYONE made it out this time, and Naomi faintly banged her bucket from off to the side, but did nothing to block the drive, so they went down it, hit the road and turned NORTH.
I tried to shut off my camera, but it wouldn't, so I threw it on the seat of the pickup and set off over the icy roads with Naomi and her bucket to turn the herd. I caught up with them before they'd reached the crest of the first hill. They filled the entire road, both sides. I began to work my way into the group, and did I ever muff it! Naomi might just as well have been videoing, as there were galloping horses on all sides of us. Tranquil classical music wafted from the radio as I kept repeating the mantra, "Please go home! PLEASE go home!" faithfully captured by the running video. The lens cap was the only thing on the screen, however, more's the pity.
Nada fell on her side at the intersection on ice. Within the next 1/4 mile past the Sunny Slope Church, I got in front and managed to turn the herd. But they'd evidently been smoking some loco weed, or some-such, as when they got back to Sunny Slope, they all turned WEST. Again, I worked my way through the herd, turning them into what used to be Eric Smith's yard. They ran to his back fence as I pulled into the shoveled part of his drive, then they headed back to the stop sign as I honked. I grabbed the camera off the seat and videoed, catching the road sign to Confidence as the herd floundered in the deep ditch snow on their way to the corner. Two of them, Fantasia in the lead, headed home, but the rest RAN EAST through the corner. Now, that gets into some gravel hills I was not sure I wanted to try, but someone coming from that direction laid on their horn and turned them back. I was in the intersection by then so I blocked the way north and let Naomi out to cover the west route, being sure to tell her to bang her bucket for all she was worth.
They flowed home. Teresa, still in the yard, shot them coming down the road in close! Wow! When we ran the footage from the two tapes, my snow was mushy colored while hers was crisp whites with vivid blue shadows. My footage was blurred a bit, while hers had clear edges. I had a terrible time trying to collate my better-angled shots with hers. (Guess who was the better photographer -- and I'm not just being vain...) But her equipment even caught the clop of the hoof beats as they ran down the road! Stunning. I am well and truly hooked...the promos are right. This is great technology. I predict that PEOPLE will begin making theatre-quality home movies. (Well, the acting probably won’t be... but I bet the kids who grow up using video cameras will produce a generation of stunning visual artists. I think me and my $9.00 rebuilt single-lens reflex (SLR) camera will be jealous, award won at the age of nine notwithstanding).
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Last updated 1/18/16 Switched to hex color for spacing dot ffffff; added link to Summercircles; 11/26/15 added , (considered a pro grade camera when I bought it); 11/19/15 Added link to TOC in both summercircles and travelsfar; 11/8/2015 Corrected journal and headline to match first entry; 12/25/14 Changed miss it to muff it; added faithfully captured by the running video; 1/8/13 Corrected the spelling of millennium in three places, and frigid; added over the icy roads; 3/26/10 Chained into novel. Added to TOC. Wrote out thirty-first; single-lens reflex (SLR) camera 3/7/10 Corrected better-angled and hoof beats. 12/21/09.
Word Count: 898
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Despina's Infamous Green Journal
First Day of School
Tuesday
•
Back to the old grind. The kids weren't too bad, but they sure were lacking in enthusiasm. Normal after a long break, I guess. Conestoga doesn't start back until tomorrow. If I were still teaching there in the afternoons, I'd have been screwed again.
As it was, I came home the thirty-first, as my chore person couldn't be there past that date. It was just as well. Teresa got a new camera, a digital video, for Christmas. Boy, am I ever jealous! Since it was the start of the new millennium, Willis, Naomi, and Teresa came over to video the herd, sort of Pandemonium Strikes the New Millennium, or some-such. A Millennium Party.
We decided to run the herd past one or two at a time to be able to call their names. I was out there with my Panasonic AG, (considered a pro grade camera when I bought it) and Teresa had her dainty new DV, shooting in the same frigid air, same weather/sun/snowy conditions, to do a head to head comparison of the two. I know DV has been heralded as the great new technology, but if I can't see the difference, I won't pay for it.
Well, the gates were terminally snowed open. Nobody felt like doing hours of digging before we videoed, so we stationed Naomi at the driveway head with a bucket to bang to turn them back. When we finally got them all running, she stood there and WATCHED 3/4 OF THE HERD run down the driveway. Had it been me, new to the horse herd, I'd probably have done the same thing. They were awesome.
When they got across from the ones who were still in the pen, at their frantic cries, they turned back, thank heavens.
De Nada, bless her old soul, began to lead them back through the people gate, but Awsom had other ideas and made a wild dash for freedom! The ones who had already come back in swirled around Teresa and I and ran back out the gate. EVERYONE made it out this time, and Naomi faintly banged her bucket from off to the side, but did nothing to block the drive, so they went down it, hit the road and turned NORTH.
I tried to shut off my camera, but it wouldn't, so I threw it on the seat of the pickup and set off over the icy roads with Naomi and her bucket to turn the herd. I caught up with them before they'd reached the crest of the first hill. They filled the entire road, both sides. I began to work my way into the group, and did I ever muff it! Naomi might just as well have been videoing, as there were galloping horses on all sides of us. Tranquil classical music wafted from the radio as I kept repeating the mantra, "Please go home! PLEASE go home!" faithfully captured by the running video. The lens cap was the only thing on the screen, however, more's the pity.
Nada fell on her side at the intersection on ice. Within the next 1/4 mile past the Sunny Slope Church, I got in front and managed to turn the herd. But they'd evidently been smoking some loco weed, or some-such, as when they got back to Sunny Slope, they all turned WEST. Again, I worked my way through the herd, turning them into what used to be Eric Smith's yard. They ran to his back fence as I pulled into the shoveled part of his drive, then they headed back to the stop sign as I honked. I grabbed the camera off the seat and videoed, catching the road sign to Confidence as the herd floundered in the deep ditch snow on their way to the corner. Two of them, Fantasia in the lead, headed home, but the rest RAN EAST through the corner. Now, that gets into some gravel hills I was not sure I wanted to try, but someone coming from that direction laid on their horn and turned them back. I was in the intersection by then so I blocked the way north and let Naomi out to cover the west route, being sure to tell her to bang her bucket for all she was worth.
They flowed home. Teresa, still in the yard, shot them coming down the road in close! Wow! When we ran the footage from the two tapes, my snow was mushy colored while hers was crisp whites with vivid blue shadows. My footage was blurred a bit, while hers had clear edges. I had a terrible time trying to collate my better-angled shots with hers. (Guess who was the better photographer -- and I'm not just being vain...) But her equipment even caught the clop of the hoof beats as they ran down the road! Stunning. I am well and truly hooked...the promos are right. This is great technology. I predict that PEOPLE will begin making theatre-quality home movies. (Well, the acting probably won’t be... but I bet the kids who grow up using video cameras will produce a generation of stunning visual artists. I think me and my $9.00 rebuilt single-lens reflex (SLR) camera will be jealous, award won at the age of nine notwithstanding).
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Last updated 1/18/16 Switched to hex color for spacing dot ffffff; added link to Summercircles; 11/26/15 added , (considered a pro grade camera when I bought it); 11/19/15 Added link to TOC in both summercircles and travelsfar; 11/8/2015 Corrected journal and headline to match first entry; 12/25/14 Changed miss it to muff it; added faithfully captured by the running video; 1/8/13 Corrected the spelling of millennium in three places, and frigid; added over the icy roads; 3/26/10 Chained into novel. Added to TOC. Wrote out thirty-first; single-lens reflex (SLR) camera 3/7/10 Corrected better-angled and hoof beats. 12/21/09.
Word Count: 898
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