It's not that I have nothing to say...
Jun. 1st, 2006 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunrabIt's just that all of the stuff I'm mumbling to myself these last couple of days is long nattering whines about the '70's and assorted geezer stuff. Nothing that really warrants bandwidth. Like, this evening for listening in the car on the way to rehearsal, I grabbed Peter, Paul & Mary's Album 1700, Shawn Phillips' Second Offering, and a Leo Kottke album. Took me a while to figure out that I was hankering for acoustic guitar. (And has anyone on my flist besides Gwen ever heard of Shawn Phillips? Nope, didn't think so.)
I really would like a dose of weekend folk festival about now, but we have neither the time nor the money for it at the moment. We're not even going to band camp in June - between all the concerts that we have to play, and all the spare income we don't have 'cause I'm not working, a couple weeks in the Allegheny Mts doing nothing but band is definitely not on the schedule, if even a weekend folk festival isn't. And by the time the band concert season is over, it's too hot for me to spend time outdoors at something. And by the time it cools off... Oh well, at least I'm going to a knitting conference in July; that one is right near my sister's place in PA so I don't have to pay for lodgings, which is what makes it do-able. I'm even treating my niece, who will be turning 12 that week, to a day at the conference - signed her up for one class and got her a pass to the exhibit hall/vendors' showplace. We should have fun.
Okay, one interesting tidbit from another magazine. Did you know that Nigeria has a space agency? That's right, Nigeria. There's a short article about it in Time (which, despite spouse's continuing to point out its toadying to big business and big politics, is nontheless the most liberal of the mass market newsweeklies, damning with faint praise though that is. I do need a newsweekly, and The Nation ain't gonna cut it for general news and blurbs.)
Let's see. Dexter is pretty much settled in, and I need to find a USB cable of the proper type to get those pictures onto the computer. At tonight's band rehearsal, I got elected band president for the next season, the 2006-2007 concert year. I ran on a platform of being willing to nag the Montgomery Village Foundation about putting up a "Caution! Step Down!" sign at the door before someone breaks their neck leaving rehearsal some night. And on Thursday, we pick up our two new used bunnies from the Harford County Humane Society; they've been spayed and neutered and are ready to come home. We'll have to think up better names for them! Right now, the girl is Buster and the boy is Jackie. Sheesh. We were willing to keep Dexter's name because it fitted him so well, but those buns definitely don't fit those names. I guess we'll have to let their personalities speak to us a bit before we know what their names are. Some animals just TELL you right out, you know? Pet people will understand what I mean when I say that occasionally a guinea pig just looks you in the eye and you can sort of see the "Hi, I'm Rover!" thought balloon over his head. (And the late Rover was a truly wonderful piggy, too; must be a good 6 years now since he passed away.) I'm almost finished with emptying out the spare bedroom; I'm switching stuff around, gonna move the animals up here to the first floor where the A/C is reliable and I don't have to climb stairs, and move the crafts stuff downstairs, since I don't need ALL of it upstairs here all the time and I do want to spend more time with the critters.
Iced tea. Bills to pay. Sleep to get. Yoda to not imitate.
I really would like a dose of weekend folk festival about now, but we have neither the time nor the money for it at the moment. We're not even going to band camp in June - between all the concerts that we have to play, and all the spare income we don't have 'cause I'm not working, a couple weeks in the Allegheny Mts doing nothing but band is definitely not on the schedule, if even a weekend folk festival isn't. And by the time the band concert season is over, it's too hot for me to spend time outdoors at something. And by the time it cools off... Oh well, at least I'm going to a knitting conference in July; that one is right near my sister's place in PA so I don't have to pay for lodgings, which is what makes it do-able. I'm even treating my niece, who will be turning 12 that week, to a day at the conference - signed her up for one class and got her a pass to the exhibit hall/vendors' showplace. We should have fun.
Okay, one interesting tidbit from another magazine. Did you know that Nigeria has a space agency? That's right, Nigeria. There's a short article about it in Time (which, despite spouse's continuing to point out its toadying to big business and big politics, is nontheless the most liberal of the mass market newsweeklies, damning with faint praise though that is. I do need a newsweekly, and The Nation ain't gonna cut it for general news and blurbs.)
Let's see. Dexter is pretty much settled in, and I need to find a USB cable of the proper type to get those pictures onto the computer. At tonight's band rehearsal, I got elected band president for the next season, the 2006-2007 concert year. I ran on a platform of being willing to nag the Montgomery Village Foundation about putting up a "Caution! Step Down!" sign at the door before someone breaks their neck leaving rehearsal some night. And on Thursday, we pick up our two new used bunnies from the Harford County Humane Society; they've been spayed and neutered and are ready to come home. We'll have to think up better names for them! Right now, the girl is Buster and the boy is Jackie. Sheesh. We were willing to keep Dexter's name because it fitted him so well, but those buns definitely don't fit those names. I guess we'll have to let their personalities speak to us a bit before we know what their names are. Some animals just TELL you right out, you know? Pet people will understand what I mean when I say that occasionally a guinea pig just looks you in the eye and you can sort of see the "Hi, I'm Rover!" thought balloon over his head. (And the late Rover was a truly wonderful piggy, too; must be a good 6 years now since he passed away.) I'm almost finished with emptying out the spare bedroom; I'm switching stuff around, gonna move the animals up here to the first floor where the A/C is reliable and I don't have to climb stairs, and move the crafts stuff downstairs, since I don't need ALL of it upstairs here all the time and I do want to spend more time with the critters.
Iced tea. Bills to pay. Sleep to get. Yoda to not imitate.
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Date: 2006-06-01 10:29 am (UTC)Yes, this one. I think is it about as active as the Brazilian one.
It's not that I have nothing to say...
Date: 2006-06-01 11:30 pm (UTC)Re: It's not that I have nothing to say...
Date: 2006-06-02 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-03 02:08 am (UTC)