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My niece Hanna came to visit with me for a few days last week, and volunteered to help me go through stuff. We didn't get mountains done, but we did get a couple of very important molehills cleared. First, we cleared off the folding table in the sewing room, so that the guest bed could actually be opened. And then we listed the folding table on Freecycle and found a new home for it almost immediately. (This still leaves me with two folding tables left, BTW, which are folded and in closets rather than unfolded and collecting junk.) Then, we cleared off the dining table, so I can now have people over for tea or even a meal. A few people, anyway - it's still a tiny table, and the dining room is tinier than it should be because of the huge sideboard which I hadn't meant to have follow me here from the house. And then, we started in on a few of the boxes in the box room (the third bedroom, the one which is also home to Fern and the piggles). First, we cleared out a plastic rolling cart - and that's currently waiting for its Freecycle taker to pick it up. Then, I started in on a big box which turned out to be some of my files from the 70s and early 80s - tax returns, check registers, etc - and a whole bunch of cards - birthday and christmas, mainly, also from the 70s and early 80s. Most of that stuff went into the "shred" pile; a shoebox' worth of greeting cards still to be sorted through for personal messages is still in the room. Make a note of that shred pile.

Then, also from the storage unit, a two-drawer file cabinet, full of all of Steve's and my files from the 80s and 90s - every pay stub Steve had ever received from the City of Austin, all our tax returns, all our electric and gas and water bills from Austin, homeowners insurance documents from our houses in Austin...so again, most of that could go in the "shred" pile immediately. Altogether, we filled three bankers boxes of stuff to shred, and one box of stuff I want to scan before shredding, so that I have some small record of it.

And then we took the three boxes of papers over to Sir Speedy in Linthicum and had them run it through their big shredder in three minutes flat, instead of having it sit around the house waiting for me to run it through 3 sheets at a time in my tiny, very noisy, shredder, which would have taken several days of several hours apiece. It was worth every penny to have it disappear that fast, and every penny was still under $20. So it's not still sitting here, silently in the way, reminding me of unfinished stuff. And now I know where I can take the next load of similar stuff, instead of trying to force myself to shred a boxful myself and hating the waste of time. Definitely a victory. Oh, and the file cabinet went on Freecycle, had an immediate taker, and is now out of my way.

And we found three more boxes of paperback science fiction, out of which I kept about 30 books and about 200 went to Goodwill. Stuff that Steve liked that I didn't, incomplete series, nothing valuable or collectible or important. Just straight to Goodwill, along with the contents of an entire box which was full of unopened kits for cross-stitch christmas ornaments. Some of those were expensive kits in their day. But if I haven't gotten to even opening them in 25 or 28 years, I'm not going to - and it's not like I don't see three more similar boxes we didn't get to.

And then Hanna and I met up with Cindy to go to an art gallery opening and a fancy dinner, and on Sunday Hanna came with me to a concert the Montgomery Village band was playing at a retirement community, and then I put her back on a train to Pennsylvania. The whole process of commuter rail and Amtrak is so easy up here, and since Hanna qualifies for disability discounts, it's cheap, too, so I believe we will repeat this a few more times! Meanwhile, she starts back up in her freshman year at Temple next week, so she just has this week to get through at home with her noisy siblings. It is one of the features of being from a large family, that college dorms are downright peaceful and uncrowded by comparison! Fewer people to share a bathroom with! She's enjoying that feature as much as I did my freshman year.

This week, so far, I've done nothing except crochet. I need to take the Christmas tree down, don't I?
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One of the reasons I had been working so hard to unpack the condo was that I was expecting guests May 31, which I had. They were here Thursday-Sunday that week, took off for a few days to other spots on the east coast, then back for a few days starting the 7th - just after I had my v-tach episode. So L was able to drive me to one of my follow-up doctor's appointments, very helpful. We had planned this visit of theirs before I even started fixing up the house - in fact, the first bits of this visit of theirs from Austin were before I even thought of selling the house. But much of our planning was during the winter. My thoughts at that point had been, well, I'd be lucky to have the house ready to put on the market by May 1, and of course it wouldn't sell for 3-4 months to get a decent offer, so no problem, they'd be staying in the house with me, and it would actually be cleaner and neater than usual because I'd have stuff in storage while it was being shown for sale, right? Who knew that the house would be fixed and sold and I'd be all moved a month before their visit? So it was important to get at least the guest room cleared up enough to open the bed and for people to be able to open suitcases up in it.

More about visits )

Now I can take my time moving the computer and printer over to it, and unpacking several of the boxes marked "office" which may contain genuinely useful office supplies, or may contain ancient torn-out-of-magazines knitting patterns, or may contain some of Steve's vast collection of pens, pencils, pencil holders, and spiral-bound notebooks from college, which I managed to get rid of some of before I moved, but some of it got packed because the house sold so fast that I had to finish packing in a hurry, throwing everything into boxes without making any decisions. With luck, at least half of what's in those "office" boxes will be destined for Goodwill or other similar efforts, and only half, or less, to stay here. The quest to unload STUPH continues.

Stuff about the pets )
I am still not completely used to the higher dose of carvedilol, but I have had it pointed out by my cardiologist that I am some 9 years older than the last time I titrated up on this stuff, and hey, guess what, adjustments DO take longer when one is fifty-mumble than when one is forty-mumble. So I am being patient, and I'll grant that it's a little better now than it was 2 weeks ago. Some of the heat we had for a few days last week did NOT help, but today is a lot cooler, and I think I'll take advantage of that by doing something exciting like, oh, maybe taking out the garbage!
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Here's that meme again - first couple lines from the first post of each month:
January One of the problems with buying lots of books, in lots of unplanned trips to both new and used book stores, is that every once in a while one goes to look at the TBR (To Be Read) shelf, and there's something on there that neither of us recognizes, neither of us remembers buying, and neither of us can think of why we would buy it.
February Lately, it's been murder mysteries for a while: Curiosity Killed the Cat-Sitter by Blaize Clement (reviewed at Amazon.com here; as ever, please clickie the helpful button if you like the review; I am vain and get an entirely disproportionate thrill out of being in the Top 1000 reviewers.) This turned out to be less silly, and better plotted, than I was afraid of from the title.
March Science News from 20 January: hamsters and other pet rodents are likely spreaders of salmonella. Wash your hands after you snorgle your hamsters.
April First, the promised-last-week Amazon.com review of Harry Turtledove's Beyond the Gap. Next, also reviewed on Amazon.com, although it's a crafts book, there is text in it, which I read, and even learned a few new finishing techniques for small cross-stitch pieces, is Mini Cushions in Cross Stitch: 30 Original Designs to Make by Sheena Rogers.
May We're home. Lessee. The Austin Symphonic Band concert on Saturday night was great, the party was fun. All sorts of people who played with the band at one time or another were invited, so there were people there who hadn't played with the band in 20 years.
June Not as much recent reading and needlework as one might think, because given the lack of rain, and the overall nice weather, I have been out on the bike more. However, today was a car day because we needed to hit up Trader Joe's - our regular monthly-pay-day purchase of assorted lower-sodium snacks and frozen things.
July C & V are here! They got here way earlier than we expected - we got home from lunch, I unlocked the door, and these voices go "Surprise!" Took me a few seconds to catch my breath there. C says "we thought you'd notice the car out front" and I point out that the neighbors *always* park in front of our house, so we're used to ignoring cars there. Probably neighbors are peeved this evening that they have to park in front of their own house. Anyway, tomorrow we're going to the Aquarium. And Camden Yards, I am given to understand
August But I have not caught up on my flist yet - that may take another day. The visit to my friend S in New York was reasonably successful - we can now see parts of the surface of her dining table, sit on the sofa, and see large chunks of the living room floor.
September So, Cindy got here yesterday evening, with her cats, and they are settled into our basement. She's got 4 job interviews already set up for the next couple of weeks, so I'm confident that she'll find a job and her own apartment quickly. Which is good, because there's already stuff turning up not-where-I-left-it, which would be likely to drive me to outright anger after too long.
October Our DSL connection has been down since Thursday a.m. And we were on the road all day friday (I have conceived a deep and lasting hatred for the Hutchinson River and Merritt Parkways in CT; it should NOT take 9.5 hours to get from Baltimore to Worcester!)
November The National Aquarium had a members-only evening this evening, so we went. Extra guides/docents/educators around, prize drawings, whatnot. We went up and visited my favorite Potamotrygons, of course, and watched the puffins for a bit. The Pacific giant octopus was asleep in a corner, as usual.
December So squirrel_magnet got the modem to boot up again and we have, at least for a little while, an outside collection. Who knows how long it will last?
So, it looks like this year was reading, houseguests, and DSL problems. All in all, that's actually pretty accurate!
bunrab: (soprano_sax)
Klezmer Nutrcracker Shirim - not only a good chunk of the Nutcracker Ballet, but also Romanian Rhapsody (Enesco), Hungarian Rhapsody (Brahms), lots of Satie, and more, all in a very jazzy klezmer style. Well done, danceable, fun. Definitely not elevator music.
Trombones Under the Tree - I think the title says it all. A trombone quartet plays lots of traditional stuff, and some of the Nutcracker, speaking of Nutcracker. This is the sort of thing that shows up in the houses of people who play low brass instruments for too long.
In a Christmas Mood - the Starlight Orchestra. Swing era big band stuff, nicely done and it moves right along.
A Christmas Tribute to Mannheim Steamroller by the Westwind Ensemble. As if we didn't have enough Mannheim Steamroller by Mannheim Steamroller, here's a tribute band.
Christmas Guitars: A Benefit for the National Coalition for the Homeless - various artists. 18 of them. Lots of nice guitar stuff - a little on the quiet and calm side, but for a good cause.
A Waverly Consort Christmas - another one that Lea probably has too. "From East Anglia to Appalachia" is the description. Stuff that we don't have anywhere else, 13th century English motets, some beautiful shape-note hymns. Instrumental variations on Greensleeves. This is a really beautiful album.
Christmas Island by Leon Redbone - mix a bit of 1920's Palm Court Orchestra, with dobro and slack-key guitar, with imitation 1950's Bing Crosby, and throw in a bit of Dr. John for accompaniment. It works surprisingly well. The title song is fun.
A Christmas Celebration by Celtic Women. Nice arrangement, lots of folk-dancey instrumental things, some unexpected medleys. Sally brought this one with her last weekend - more about that below - and we really like it, a nice addition to our collection.

Sally stopped by on her way from New York to her sister's place in VA, on Saturday, and stayed overnight. Around midnight was when we decided that a trio of violin, soprano sax, and euphonium would be just the thing, and we played Christmas carols by ear for about an hour and a half. Good thing John next door is deaf. Different instruments have different favorite keys they tend to default to, and the easy keys on a violin are not the same as the easy keys on a Bb saxophone, which aren't the same as the easy keys on low brass. We were often playing in three different keys for a full verse before we managed to converge on a common key. We had fun, though. We got her on her way Sunday after lunch at Panera - I almost feel like I should do Panera commercials, 'cause I recommend them to so many people on special diets! It was great to have her visit with us; she had never seen chinchillas take a dust bath before! She'll be back for a short stop on her way back to NY next weekend.

Merry Christmas!
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Let's see. Cindy has a job; she starts next Monday. She's found an apartment but doesn't move in till October 13, so she's in our basement for three more weeks. So far we have all managed to avoid killing each other, although there have been a few tense moments over who put what on which refrigerator shelf, who used the "wrong" kind of garbage bags, and other similar details of daily living. Anyway, the job is a good one - she'll be assistant branch manager of one of the branches of the Baltimore County Public Library, which is pretty ideal in terms of where she'll be and what she wanted and what kind of salary it pays. Yay for Cindy!

So, Cindy wanted to go to the beach, now that she's living on the east coast. Everyone recommended Ocean City, but that's 3 hours away and a chore to get to and all. So she did a bit of Googling and found Sandy Point State Park, about 45 minutes from here, just underneath the Annapolis end of the Bay Bridge, and we went down there this afternoon and sat around in the breeze and watched seagulls and read books and dozed. Not completely empty of other people, but almost. A few crows stealing things from the seagulls; very funny to watch these huge black land birds swooping in. (Possibly ravens, given the size; I honestly can't tell a crow from a raven just by looking.)

Tomorrow: party with some of the Biker Skum. Next weekend: Fall festival at PIGS sanctuary in West Virginia. Weekend after that: Jewish wedding. Weekend after that: knitting convention and a concert to play. Whee!

Recent reading:
Bad Monkeys by Matt Ruff. A disappointment, really. The ending was too many twists that despite being surprise twists were predictable. Nowhere near Set This House In Order in subtlety, nowhere near Sewer, Gas & Electric in humor.
The New Space Opera - an anthology. The update of Scheherezade by Robert Silverberg was nice, if predictable - well done, cute. Kage Baker's offering was set on Mars, same setting as the limited-edition novella "The Empress of Mars" was, an offshoot of her Company world. Generally, I liked the stuff by authors I already liked, and didn't like the stuff by authors I didn't already like.
A couple other SF anthologies - SFWA's new collection of recently translated stuff from Europe, some of the stories almost 20 years old. A few I liked, most I didn't - too literary, or too stylized, or something.
Paloma, latest in Kristin Kathryn Rusch's Retrieval Artist series. Not the best, but still a very good SF murder mystery. Lots of references to events of the previous books, so you wouldn't want to start the series with this one. As usual, a big chunk of the theme is the conflict between law and justice, and the conflict of different ethical systems.


Sep. 1st, 2007 06:14 pm
bunrab: (polkadotray)
So, Cindy got here yesterday evening, with her cats, and they are settled into our basement. She's got 4 job interviews already set up for the next couple of weeks, so I'm confident that she'll find a job and her own apartment quickly. Which is good, because there's already stuff turning up not-where-I-left-it, which would be likely to drive me to outright anger after too long. (As in, dish soap. Have to hunt all over kitchen counter for dish soap - not returned to the spot it was initially picked up at. Coffee mugs getting hung up backward. Cans of stuff on the bottle shelf of the fridge and vice versa. Little things that add up to stress.)

Other than that, things are quiet. Rode over to CCBC Essex this morning to help the Balto. Symphonic Band librarian put music in folders for Tuesday's 1st rehearsal of the season. I'll always volunteer for stuff that I can do sitting down in air conditioned comfort; by volunteering for it *rapidly* and before even being asked, I get all kinds of good karma that helps make up for the fact that I'm a fairly mediocre musician. On the ride over there, saw a serious accident on the other side of the highway - rental truck, the 24-foot moving van kind, turned over completely on its side, the driver's side, on the roadway (not on a shoulder or the landscaping past the shoulder). There were ambulances there, but they weren't in any hurry; I suspect that's one of the Labor Day weekend statistics. First of the month, beginning of the school year - lots of people who aren't that experienced in driving are renting large vehicles and taking them out on the highways. Of course, my Biker Skum friends up in Boston are undoubtedly seeing even more of that than I am; I remember what September 1 was like in Boston, with the entire damn city playing Musical U-Hauls. Well, anyway, it was lovely riding weather. And the bike got 65 mpg this tank of gas - not the astonishing 75 mpg of one tank earlier this year - still don't know how that happened - but nonetheless lots better than the 50 mpg or so that one normally expects from this size engine.

I am working on another, more elaborate, P. motoro stingray. Which will be for me. Speaking of stingrays, if some of you are insane enough to actually WANT one, don't forget that I need your address; there's an email link over there on the right-hand side of my journal. (Hey, [livejournal.com profile] beckerbuns claims to actually LIKE hers!) Your stingray will be chosen at random, most probably polka-dot or blue-spotted ribbontail, since that's what I'm making mostly.
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After a long day Thursday going through the Baltimore Museum of Art, we did almost nothing Friday - C & V brought a couple of DVDs with them, and a game, so we played Munchkin Cthulhu, followed by a couple of games of Guillotine, then watched "The Call of Cthulhu" and "The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra," which we are apparently the last SF geeks on Earth to get around to seeing. It is a hoot. Munchkin Cthulhu has slightly too many rules for my taste, but the cards are awfully cute!

We got them headed west toward Pittsburgh this morning, jug of iced tea and bag of leftover chicken in hand, so that they have lunch taken care of.

It's really good to have friends visit, and C & V are extremely good houseguests - but it's also good to be able to go back to our normal slobby ways, leaving half-opened mail on all the furniture, and walking around in the morning sans PJs or bathrobe.

Funny thing about the BMoA - it has one of Rodin's "The Thinker"s - but the one day C & V were there, that's the day that the piece was removed from its spot to be taken and weighed, because they're considering moving it to a different wing and they're not sure the new wing will structurally support that many tons of bronze. The plaque was there, and a square of less-faded tiles on the floor. Oh well, at least the Antioch mosaics are still right there; they are the best thing in the museum, to my mind.

We're hoping to convince them to come back in the spring or fall, when day trips to DC won't involve the risk of heat stroke and the presence of 400,000 other tourists. For that matter, there's still lots more to see here - we didn't even get around to a boat tour of the harbor, or a concert in the Meyerhoff - and we didn't get around to playing our stack of 40 or so other games! (V noticed the Transamerica game, and said that he doubted it was related to the movie, and I said, you're right. That would be a different game altogether.)

OK, enough babble. Gotta get back to work on the bookmark with her name in Hebrew that I'm making for my cousin's daughter's Bat Mitzvah.
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C & V are here! They got here way earlier than we expected - we got home from lunch, I unlocked the door, and these voices go "Surprise!" Took me a few seconds to catch my breath there. C says "we thought you'd notice the car out front" and I point out that the neighbors *always* park in front of our house, so we're used to ignoring cars there. Probably neighbors are peeved this evening that they have to park in front of their own house. Anyway, tomorrow we're going to the Aquarium. And Camden Yards, I am given to understand.

Bel Air band rehearsal was Monday evening for the 4th of July parade. On our way to rehearsal, there were a couple of bikes taking an exit ramp. The rider in front was waving his arm over his head vigourously, pointing to the right. Since they were already in a right exit only lane, I figured that was a bit more than needed. However, as they were going around the cloverleaf ramp to the right, the guy in front stuck out his left leg, straight sideways, and waggled his foot. And that's when we understood. He wasn't giving signals to the rider behind him. He was listening to the Hokey Pokey on his helmet stereo.

When I got my bari sax back from the shop, the octave key and the G# key were indeed fixed - but now every time I play an E (top space in treble clef E), it squeals like a dying parakeet. I can work around that in the 4th of July stuff, but then it's back to the shop. There are no dying parakeet parts written in most band music.

I have two more chapters of rodent fiction in my head; you are forewarned.
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The Baltimore Symphonic Band concert Tuesday night at Oak Crest went fine. The "Santa Comes to Dixieland" piece is a hoot; I really enjoy the tenor sax part! Oak Crest Village is one humongous retirement community. After rehearsal, we went straight to BWI to pick Cindy up.

Wednesday Cindy wanted to hang out at a library branch, so that's mainly what we did in the afternoon - she's applied for a couple of jobs with the Balto. County library system, and wanted to see what the system is like. The Catonsville branch was as good a place as any to hang out. Found several new books. We also did some yarn-buying at JoAnn's, what a surprise. Wednesday night, Montgomery Village rehearsal (concert for that is this coming Sunday.)

Thursday, [livejournal.com profile] squirrel_magnet got hit with the worst of this cold we're passing around, so Cindy and I went to the Balto. Symphony Orchestra concert without him. It was all-Baroque - Handel, Vivaldi, Telemann. Meyerhoff is all decorated for Christmas. The guest conductor was one Robert King, who wore a black shirt and black trousers - no tux, no tie, no jacket. Exuberant and cute. Did not use a podium.

[livejournal.com profile] squirrel_magnet slightly more human today, so we went to the Baltimore Museum of Art for a few hours, and did a bit of holiday shopping in their gift shop. Ate supper at Salsa Grill, a Peruvian restaurant on Security right near the SSA offices. Good food, but the entrees are huge - one has to either split one between two people, or automatically save half for another meal (which then makes the price per meal more in our usual price range.)

Recent reading: The Sudbury School Murders (Ashley Gardner), a historical mystery set in Regency England, part of a series, which I shall probably go find the rest of, since it was pretty good. Hearts and Bones (Margaret Lawrence), a historical mystery set in Revolutionary-era Maine, also part of a series, don't know whether I'll bother hunting down the rest - I haven't decided whether I liked it or not. Slightly harder going than the other one, gorier and perhaps more perverse and more psychological than things really were back then? A couple of collections of SF short stories - one of them, The Emperor of Gondwanaland by Paul DiFilippo, several of the stories are fairly funny, including the title story, and the story that goes with the cover picture, which is indeed a gadget-using, scarf-wearing, giant beaver. Re-read The Light Fantastic - it's been re-issued relatively recently; I shall have to go back and find an old copy as well; it seems to me as though it is now slightly more congruent in details with the later stories than it was 20 years ago, but that could be my imagination.

I think that's all. Tomorrow may be TubaChristmas, if the weather calms down from heavy rain and strong winds as it is this evening.
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It was really nice having J and L visit us from Austin. Even though they were only with us for one night, as part of their east coast ramble, we got a LOT of talking in. I wish we had known them better in Austin - while we were good band friends, we didn't do any socializing together other than band stuff, and it turns out we have lots else in common.

J's dad was a college professor, and mine was, for 22 years, a high school teacher, and we talked about how different it is growing up with a teacher for a parent - how long it took to realize that other kids do not get taken to the opera, the theatre, the ballet, the symphony, or the art museum for weekends. Let alone taken to a whole 'nother city to see a museum one hasn't been to before, just because. Her dad taught classics (Latin, Greek, Old English) and mine taught Biology and Earth Science, so we both got treated to puns in Latin occasionally mixed in with the incessant puns in English at the dinner table during family dinners. We saw Shakespeare performances on a regular basis, and understood most of the jokes in them, too. The family radio was pretty much always tuned to the classical radio station. I know I was shocked when I got to college and discovered that there were people in my college classes who didn't know how to use the Reader's Guide to Periodical Literature, and LOTS of people who had never read a single piece of poetry that hadn't been assigned in school. Yep, teachers' kids get a different upbringing.

And J's birthday turns out to be the day before mine; I did not know that before. So I quickly made up a gift box of snack bag size samples of tea from 8 or 9 teas from our collection.

That was fun. I really hope we can get down to Austin for ASB's 25th anniversary party in April 2007!
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with the sound of music... We have some band friends from Austin visiting us. They are traveling north along the Atlantic coast at a leisurely pace, visiting relatives and friends and doing some leaf-peeping. So of course the evening has been a cut off of this CD from the bands that played up at ACB in Williamsport, and a cut off this other CD that the Austin Symphonic Band played at ABA, and a few minutes of a film score that's heavy on the brass that most people haven't heard, and a couple of bits from a DVD of a group, and photocopy the programs of this, and dub this CD of yours for us, and this other CD of ours for you... a musical evening, with cats.
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Cindy is on her way home, so things are slowly returning to normal around here. We are going around resetting the thermostat that she always changes without asking or telling anyone, and can stop our vigilant guard on the laundry hamper so that she doesn't decide to toss our laundry in with hers "to save water," and the newspapers go back to being refolded correctly...

Saturday we did nothing much, after Friday's exhausting day at the Smithsonian. Ate lunch, cleaned a couple pet cages, knitted - Cindy finished the scarf she was making out of ribbon, after I showed her how to do drop-stitch - read, used the swimming pool ("swam" would not be quite accurate, as our use of the pool consists mostly of floating and splashing rather than swimming), ate at the South American restaurant over across from Social Security (the giant SSA complex, the main one for the whole country, is about a mile away from our house; it consists of numerous buildings and parking lots and has thousands of people working there, and gives its name to the whole neighborhood: the street it's on is Security Boulevard; the mall is Security Square Mall and the other shopping center there is Security Town Center...), and watched "Wallace & Grommit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit" on DVD.

Today, we had lunch, then I located my sewing machine & jury-rigged enough of a set-up so I could sew a piece of fabric into a pareo for Cindy to take back home with her, out of a piece of fabric we had purchased several days ago. Then she did some last-minute animal-spoiling before we took her back to the airport. I am sure the critters will miss her immensely, as she gave them about triple the amount of treats we normally do!

This coming week: music sorting and folder-stuffing for the Montgomery Village Band; frantic basement and deck and terrace cleaning and neatening for next Saturday's family pool party!
bunrab: (chocolate)
We went to the Poe House & Museum - a very small house, indeed, and even reading every word of every sign, it didn't take us terribly long. And in the house lived Poe's grandmother, his mother-in-law/aunt, his wife/cousin, her brother, and himself. 4 tiny rooms, and then even after they built a couple more rooms on the back, still tiny. We then went over to the cemetary where Poe's final grave is (both Poe and his relatives got moved around a bunch post-mortem.) Some nice shady spots in the cemetary.

Then we went down to the Inner Harbor, ate lunch, and took the 60-minute Sightseeing Cruise on the Prince Charming. A few interesting things on that route - especially the Domino Sugar factory - huge ship being unloaded of its brown sugar, and then the factory itself - refinery, I guess, would be the correct term - which smells strongly of caramel, which wafts across the water, sometimes with a whiff of what my nose interprets as burning raisins to go with it. Even with the stiff breeze that being on a moving boat on the water brings, it was quite warm, though, and we were glad to get home and take a nice, air-conditioned nap.

Tomorrow: the Smithsonian Art Museum.
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Sunday evening: went to Navy Band concert up at Shamrock Park in Bel Air. It was in the 70's, and we used the new folding chairs we got for $2.39 apiece at Value City. Life is good.

Today: friend Cindy arrived for a week's visit. We have some stuff scheduled: Tuesday evening we're seeing "Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and..." at the Olney Theatre and we're gonna hit the Smithsonian at least once, and there's a comedy water ballet about evolution on Saturday evening that I'd like to see. So, touristy stuff and stuff. And our pool, which is finally in shape to use, and for which we even bought a couple pool toys. Along with 8 of the folding chairs, because first weekend in August, I'm inviting all my relatives who are local-ish to come over for a pool party/cookout. First time for most of them to see our house here. Gah, I have a lot of work to do!! But not till after Cindy leaves.


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