Another rare public post.  Making it so because in my last public post I mentioned my 97-year-old aunt.  She passed away on June 28, having started to fade immediately after her birthday in May (from what my cousin told me).  Died in her sleep while taking an afternoon nap.  I can't really think of a more painless way to go.  While looking for her ( Read more... )

Friday morning I happened to glance at the obituary section of the local paper, where I discovered to my dismay that my landlord passed away this week.  Granted, he was 93, but still...although I hadn't seen him in a few months because his nephew was doing the day to day property management, I didn't even know he had been ill (apparently that was ( Read more... )

Here's a rare public post.  Nothing in it that I want to hide ( Read more... )

Computer has to go in the shop.  There is plenty to update about but it'll have to wait until I get it back and can get on line at home.

Blearrghh.

Busy week!

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So.  I'm just going to make a quick post that isn't friends-locked, because I really do have a life that's not connected to my...um...strange obsession.  So to catch up on everything else ( Read more... )

All I can remember is that I was caravanning with a bunch of other people in cars to go to a wedding in Alaska, and it started in an HOUR, and for whatever reason our departure time was put off more and more, until it was really too late, and Meredith (bass player in my former band, and someone with whom I always had a difficult relationship) was ( Read more... )

some great news that I didn't want to post on Facebook and had forgotten to mention earlier.  After five years without a raise at work, including a 3% pay cut from which we got 1% back...The Powers That Be have decided that it's time to reward the long-suffering staff by giving back the rest of that pay cut plus 3% more.  So I'm getting a 5% raise ( Read more... )

I told y'all I would write about my vacation, and although the immediate memories have faded a bit, I believe I can still dredge up some tales to tell...

( So this is what a fiddle convention is like... )

I was in a large atrium-type space, and some sort of religious service or performance with choir began taking shape with people gathering.  Paul Ghosthorse (old college classmate, now a Lakota elder) and others appeared in robes, wearing odd hats shaped like British bobby helmets or something along those lines.  The robes were at least partially a ( Read more... )