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This Week’s Adventure
Theater adventures: saw Henry IV with my sister.
Friday, Nov. 14 - Shakespeare
Before I forget to write about it - sis and I went to Seattle Shakespeare Company’s version of Henry IV. It wasn’t as difficult to sit through as I had feared - I’m still skittish after Richard III. To my educated theatergoer’s eye it was competently acted and staged (my friends tend to be ex-theater people who have different standards than mine.) Not sure why they did this one as theater in the round, there wasn’t any point to it. The fight scenes were great. The actor who played Falstaff, Richard Ziman, had so much more experience than any other cast member that he would have stolen the show, even if he didn’t have the best part.
Otherwise I’m making this an uber-fast update. Due to my newly freed time (being a past master) and the kitche reorg I’ve recovered two great loves, cooking and gardening. I’ve been in the kitchen constantly. I have a lot of vocabulary to recover, but I’m catching up fast. Also I hit Valley Nursery to pick up herbs for the windowsill, and got into some seeds to try to force through windowsill gardening for winter salads. I need to put in a grow light to start the seeds though.
It’s been a busy week. Homeschooling courses are on track. I got a big win at work, my flagship customer renewed their services contract at a huge increase which will take up a lot more of my time, which is great news at the beginning of a recession. I barely hung onto my job during the last one so it’s a relief to be so well placed now. Also we’ve finally finished out the transition to the new Oracle Projects system so my time there is once again freed.
This weekend is a writing weekend. I am going away. I leave tomorrow morning, back Sunday night. I’m so looking forward to this.
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Horrified by our renewed education in the creation of agribusiness and the effects of industrial food, Alex and I have renewed our determination to eat real food. We’re beginning by dropping high fructose corn syrup from our diet. This is quite difficult. It shows up under its own name and “glucose-fructose” (as it’s a synthesized mixture of both.) Making this one change is a major endeavor, and indicates the extent to which industrial food permeats our culture.To facilitate the move we’ve undergone a kitchen re-organization. We thought about how we cook and eat, how we use the stuff in the kitchen, what we liked and didn’t like about the stuff we currently had. We made decisions about replacing some things, sometimes upgrading, sometimes just getting stuff that worked better.
This, of course, involved a trip to Ikea. We also scoured Linens and Things, which is going out of business. We resisted buying some of the higher end items - a Roomba, a hydroponics kitchen windowsill system, a Cuisinart trash can. (It’s pretty, but really, do you need to spend $200 on a trash can?)
Yesterday we tackled the big project. We took everything out of our kitchen cupboards. We sorted into three piles: keep, give to Goodwill, and store in the storage barn until we know if we really don’t use it or not. We pulled up the old liner paper on the shelves and replaced it with a neutral color no-adhesive liner. Then we put stuff back based on the new organization system.
As a sidebar - when we bought this house it had been a rental for many years, and the kitchen cupboards are beat to hell. Ted keeps saying they’re great cupboards, they just need refacing. I hate the organizational system. I’d love to replace them with Ikea cupboards. With the economy in its current state I’m not going to do it just now though. So we’re living with the kitchen as is for now and changing what we can.
We’re both thrilled with the results. My favorite change is a little Ikea cart, part of the Bekvam series. With such a small kitchen I need a teeny cart, and I need to be able to move it. So far this thing is working out really well.
Another thing we’re doing is replacing plastic items with stainless steel. Alex doesn’t like what he’s hearing about the effects of plastic on our food. So I’m swapping out my cheap plastic utensils for stainless. I got some stainless canisters and spice jars to match. So the kitchen is heading shaping up into a very clean steel-and-light-wood look.
I still need to go out and get a few things. Hopefully I’ll get some time to read and write tonight. Oh - as I’ve been going about my Sunday all three of my phones (work, house land line, and cell) rang for various reasons. I’m happy to have them all in one room, the office, along with all the computers. So I can just close the door and go offline.
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Today I woke up with a migraine. I realize that mine is a wonderful life and that my stress does not include more than age-specific health complaints, threats to loved ones or livelihood, or needs lower than self-actualization on the Maslow pyramid. With that caveat-dang I’ve been pulling a workload.
I hate giving up Sundays for work. I had just recovered from the last trip, but on Sunday I dutifully got back on the plane. I stayed at the same hotel and got the same sick. I swear there is an environmental toxin there that I am fiercely allergic to. I sneeze, blow my nose, there’s a taste in my mouth and the back of my throat itches fiercely. Gonna avoid that one from now on.
As the trip PM I was the group chauffeur, then helped to teach the two-day class. In between we had a team dinner. So it was pretty much work from Sunday afternoon to getting home on Tuesday. I resolutely refused to discuss politics with my coworkers. I told them I wouldn’t tell my husband who I was voting for in the presidential race (this is true) so I sure wasn’t going to talk to them about it.
Tuesday evening though hung out with a coworker in the San Jose airport looking at CNN returns. I was looking forward to listening to the news on the way home, but when I landed and called Ted he told me it was already over. I felt gypped, like I’d missed the game. Half the country commenced to celebrating like they’d won the Superbowl and World Series and Stanley Cup combined, and the other half set in to mourn as if they had lost same.
Yesterday I dug my desk out from being gone from two days. Homeschool, only time I had the boy this week. He’s backsliding on his handwriting, I don’t know what to do. He has read into the history book though and has a topnotch 13-year-old view. I love hanging out with a young historian. Currently we’re watching the History Channel Barbarians series, transitioning from Rome to the Crusades.
Wednesday night, choir rehearsal. Tuesday’s rehearsal had been cancelled so most of the group showed up to rehearse with us. People were still wearing their Obama buttons. We only have a month before the concert, eep!
Today was one of those “I don’t want to work days.” Not a huge surprise given how hard I’ve been pushing. I did work though. I ended the day attending yet another training session. My department is transitioning to Oracle Projects, which is what all the travel is about, and as a senior PM I have been heavily involved in conducting training and setting up support systems. Next Friday I’m on the help desk all day for the first timecard filing. That oughta be entertaining.
But wait! There’s more! I don’t get a day to myself until the weekend after this.
Current schedule:
- Thursday evening-Friday: annual pre-Thanksgiving trip with Ted’s mom.
- Saturday: all day choir rehearsal.
- Sunday: Vortex Mass and officer transition. I am hoping some of my OTO folk showed up for that.
- Monday: work, homeschool.
- Tuesday: work, SCA family night.
- Wednesday: work, choir.
- Thursday: work. I think I get the night to myself.
- Friday: work - long hard day. Shakespeare with sis.
- Saturday: Alex and I work on the kitchen. Maybe go to the Brahms Girls concert.
- Sunday: it’s mine, you can’t have it.
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This Week’s Adventure
Music adventures: Gamelan Pacifica concert.
Friday - Samhain:
Inspired by Ted’s recent foray into the world of trad, CMM (mostly Ted) looked at the earliest versions of the circle - Gardner’s, Sanders’ Key of Solomon-Cab Cross version, and Lady Sheba’s - and redacted a Trader Than Thou version. In a coven of five elders, I noted that there were six possible priest-priestess combinations. It ended up being Ted and me, with a maiden, but we all took quarters and did elements. It had been years since any of us had done “Eko eko azarak” and this was a total blast. We really got into it.
Boars turned out to be happy creatures, not fearful of pretty much anything. The sows hang out in groups, sounders, while the males wander off by themselves. They see stuff and eat it. That’s pretty much it. A great life but a boring shapeshift.
Also inspired by our latest contact with others we spent two hours discussing the state of trad affairs and what we think it ought to be. We decided that the metaphor that describes the lineage situation is not tree or river, but blackberry bramble: you get clumps with hopelessly tangled branches, runners that pop up unexpectedly, a bird dropping a seed that sprouts and you’ll never document the existence of the bird.
Saturday - misc:
Ted was off to rehearsal while Alex and I hit our Qi Gong class. Then we made an Ikea run to pick up new kitchen stuff. These two things are directly related, as focusing on our health points to the need to completely revamp what we are eating. It takes a huge effort to eat well in this culture. We’re going to make another attempt to eat like Europeans in America. First, kitchen revamp.
Gamelan Pacifica concert review - partly for Content:
I guarantee you have not heard music like this before. The setting of Phillip Glass’ Opening for Just tuned gamelan in Indonesian improvisational style was the most traditional piece, which is an indication of how far out on the musical edge we were.
The Glass piece shimmered like a crystal curtain of sound. Jessica Kinney’s piece Spinning Thresholds was a great example of postmodern composition: it deconstructed the gamelan, with performers each holding a pot and lining either side of the hall. This put the audience back at the center of the gamelan, but left it scattered, an interesting effect. The piece opened a gate which permitted a dancer to enter the stage and dance, then closed the musical gate again, in a competent ritual form. Speaking of ritual, Cynthia Dillard’s I, the Earth was the simplest piece but at that was much more sophisticated than most New Religion performance.
Then came the two contemporary pieces. Jarred Powell’s protege Stephen Fandrich presented a setting of Margareta Waterman’s poem There Is No Gold Without This Compost, a dialogue between Pluto and Persephone. Gamelan backed Fandrich’s singing. Pluto’s music was strong style and the singing rough and low, Persephone’s music opened out and slowed down, and Fandrich hit the most amazing high soft notes that trailed off into silence. It was an appropriate Day of the Dead piece. That said - I always wonder what attracts such a joyful young man to such bitter advanced-age text. Any poem that includes the line “the utter pointlessness of human life” is just automatically difficult, you know?
Fandrich’s teacher and mentor, and the gamelan’s guiding light Jarrad Powell presented the final work, a Zen meditation Tsuki, the moon, with Jessica Kinney’s amazing voice leaping into silence to lead each section. I thought of the gamelan suddenly as an Egyptian boat moving forward through the passage of years. They compose for one another over years, decades, mature musicians, they trust each other enough to really reveal themselves, and are brave enough to experiment to make something wonderful together. I was so proud of all of them.
Also, we gotta encourage Ted to do his gamelan setting of passages of the BOTL for Nuit. He has the appropriate official permissions, and if he writes it, Gamelan Pacifica will do it.
Thank goodness for the extra hour. I have to leave in half an hour to start the business trip.
Current schedule:
- Sunday-Tuesday: business trip to San Jose.
- Wednesday: choir practice.
- Thursday night-Friday: Ted’s mom, trip to Seattle.
- Saturday: choir rehearsal.
- Sunday: Vortex Mass, officer installation and passing mastership.
Yeepers.
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Woke up this morning and the sun was gone. The gray rains had set in. Had to turn all the lights on in the house at high noon. The maples shake fiercely spattering big yellow leaves all over the ground. Happy Samhain texts pour in from my friends (I still have one friend who sends a paper card.) When the clocks drop back this weekend we’re all going to feel it badly. Truly the Northwest winter has set in.
Tonight the coven meets to turn the wheel. The ritual we use each year is titled “What Witches Do at Samhain.” Divination, greet the dead, and shapeshifting. This year we are boars. One covenmate noted wryly that’s what he gets for missing the meeting where we pick the animal. My nephew’s off at a friend’s house handing out candy in my (now his) gangster costume, which he fits.
Boring food for my records:
Last night I made spaghetti for the first time in quite a while. I’ve basically been camping in my kitchen–it’s the most threadbare part of the house, which was a rental for many years before we bought it. The cupboards are so poorly designed and in such poor shape that they function very badly. We also stocked it badly and haven’t sorted in a while. I want to replace the cabinets, I have my Ikea kitchen picked out, but with the current economy this project is on hold–I’m hanging onto my cash. I did replace the appliances a few years ago, which helps a lot. Alex and I are doing a temporary makeover in the next couple of weeks–we’re going to Ikea to get new utensils and maybe one of those little kitchen carts to expand our space. And we’re going to sort the kitchen into useable shape.
So last night I made spaghetti. I’m out of practice in cooking and ramping up slowly. It’s in my skill set, I used to cook all the time. I’m enjoying the process of relearning old skills and figuring out what I want to do. I’m in the grocery store and suddenly start thinking about making something and throwing things in the cart. I cheated and just used a jar of Safeway organics spaghetti sauce which had real food and no corn syrup. Ted pulled the spaghetti out a little soon for my taste–he’s an al dente guy and I’m a squishy pasta gal, but we’ll move toward the middle over time. But hey, I still have enough spaghetti for Monday when he’s off at gamelan practice. I’m thinking myzithra.
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After a week I finally have my entire desk arranged again.
Aesthetics: the office theme is Streamline Moderne - black, silver, and modernist. The desk is Ikea’s Fredrik in black. The lamp isn’t made any longer, it’s an Ott. The black desk accessories are Staples stuff. Even the coasters are black.
Networking: one Cisco 800 series router under the phone stand on the left, and one Linksys router (out of sight). The Cisco router plugs into the Linksys, which plugs into the wall drop, which runs to the router on Ted’s side of the house, which links up to the Comcast modem in my basement, before it enters the cloud. On the other end of the cloud it comes out in the Cisco network. How many networks are my computers hooked into? I make it three, the house network, Cisco, and the Comcast network, besides the cloud.
Phones: Phone stand on the left, Cisco 7975, with a Plantronics CS70. Bwa ha ha. The silver phone, Metropolis, is also a discontinued model from Office Depot. It’s marvelous, it hefts like an old phone, and its ring is the AT&T ring from my youth. It hooks to a GE answering machine. The cell is an LG Dare.
Computers: Cisco notebook, IBM Thinkpad T61. Home notebook, Dell Inspiron E1405 (out of date). The flat screen hooks to an outdated desktop unit being used for a file/print/USB/backup server.
Printer: Canon MP30 fax/scanner/printer.
Chair: Office Depot Maverick, rated for 8 hours of continuous sitting.
Other gear: the window camera is a Panasonic, hooked to the home network so we can watch the front of the house when we’re on the road. The thermometer is an LA Crosse wirelessly connected to a thermometer on the porch. Just now it’s reading 70 inside and 52 outside. Ted hooked both of these up. If I really want an accurate weather reading I check out the data from his weather station.
The window looks out on a lovely view of trees on the nearby ridge. Just now the squirrels are quite busy jumping from limb to limb and scampering frantically like a Looney Tunes cartoon. I saw a hawk again recently, the ducks are back in the wetlands, and recently a hummingbird came by.
I spend most of my time in here.
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I have come to the realization that every day I try to do too many things. I go to bed guilty that I haven’t gotten to them all. I often think about posting here but feel too guilty to do it. I owe a lot of people email or other writings. I’m determined to try to get to those tomorrow.
Health: the cold lingers. That doesn’t help my energy level. I skipped one of my two weekly workouts today, I just had to give up something. On the plus side, I’m cooking a lot more at home, which gets me a lot better diet.
Work: awfully busy right now. In addition to the normal workload I am a major support system for our move to Oracle Projects. I’m teaching, giving presos, travelling, and holding down support shifts.
Homeschooling: the nephew has buckled down to learn about Christianity on the know-your-enemy grounds. It’s a big challenge for him. I reward him by watching Ancient Death Machines, brrrr. He adores the big history book I got him, he’s carting it around and reading through it.
I actually made it to the SCA arts and sciences night this week to hang with sis. I’m resolutely refusing to get drawn into volunteering as I just unloaded Vortex. I just sit and knit for a couple of hours.
Choir practice: was hysterical tonight. The French Saint Nicholas miracle is pretty gruesome, but the Dutch Sinter Claes songs are delightful. I was prepared this week, but I’m going to have to put more time into it to get up to speed for next week, and I haven’t memorized the entrance song yet, it’s a long Latin piece.
The good news is I’m writing in every spare minute. I got two good hours on the ferry tonight. The work is actually shaping up, the pieces are starting to fit together.
I am so not looking forward to the business trip this week.
Current schedule:
- Friday: coven Samhain.
- Saturday: Ted’s gamelan concert.
- Sunday-Tuesday: business trip to San Jose.
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This week’s adventures: visit an old opium den, visit quilt show, eat at Bremerton airport diner, watch salmon spawn.I tried an experiement this weekend that taught me a lot even if it didn’t work out. I had a free weekend which I had claimed for a writing weekend. Usually on writing weekends I find a cheap motel somewhere and go away. This weekend in an economizing move I tried staying at home and calling it a writing weekend. My guys were on board with this idea and kept reminding me that I was supposed to write.
The thing is, a weekend at home is a weekend at home. I blew Friday on an office remodel. My new Cisco router and phone came in (bwa ha ha). To put them on my desk meant re-arranging it. I used this opportunity to revamp the office. I pulled out every bit of electronica. I have switched to using my laptop as my primary computer. The desktop moved over to become a file-print-USB device server. I tried setting up a laptop docking station but the only model still available for my aging unit was a universal wireless adapter requiring wireless everything.
In the middle of this I went out to Best to buy a new power strip. I brought Alex and Ted along so we could all have dinner. I was still working on plugging stuff in at midnight. I have:
- three computers
- four phones (IP phone, AT&T work phone, decorative but functional phone, cell)
- one router (Cisco) and one switch (Linksys, oh yeah we own them too)
- a Plantronics headset, 1 Gig extra storage, USB hub, laptop projector, Canon camera, Panasonic video camera
- one printer
This is down from three printers because I gave two away, one to each guy. I used the opportunity to vacuum thoroughly in the corners and to wrap the extra cord lengths in a hopeful attempt to keep them from becomming a massive tangle again.
Saturday: we all have a “Tai Chi” (really Qi Gung) class which lets out at 1. Alex and I had breakfast after that as we were starving.
I spent the afternoon reading books online using Google Books and Amazon preview: Historical Theory, which I ordered from MobiPocket, which frustratingly was down for the weekend. Also Claiming Knowledge, Strategies of Epistemology from Theosophy to the New Age, which was intensely important but which I could not get except as a print copy. I ordered it.I hit Staples to get desktop organizers–I have a five foot flat table and it wasn’t fitting all that gear. Had dinner at Down East Fish and Chips, thinking about the book. When I came home the game was on, Jamie Moyer pitching. The guys and I all watched this to its end. We were so happy for him to have pitched such a great World Series game at the end of his career.
Sunday was really the day that acted more like a writing weekend. Actually this was one of those golden days to save up against eternity. It started with a lovely philosophical conversation with Alex and Ted. Alex went off to work.
I jumped in the car and drove out to find a park. I turned onto the road to Belfair and decided to stop somewhere interesting for lunch. I pulled over at the Bremerton National Airport Diner. Open 7 a.m. to 9 p.m., closed two days per year Thanksgiving and Christmas. I sat by the window and watched planes take off and land. They served me one of those gasp-it-isn’t-yes-it-is perfect hamburgers fresh made on a meltingly soft bun with only fresh lettuce and tomato and mayonnaise. I gotta take Ted to this place.
I drove out to Belfair State Park on a glorious blue-sky late-fall day. All the big leaf maples have turned gold, the vine maples have turned red. I walked along a creek and watched salmon forcing themselves upstream. I kept walking until I found actual spawning fish.
Back home I took a nap. Ted was off at gamelan rehearsal. Alone at last. I discovered I need a lot of alone time to write - not just unscheduled time, but time when I am completely by myself, and can focus only on that. I finally did get into the office later that evening and managed to eke out a couple of paragraphs.
This writing is coming very hard right now. I have a lot of pieces in front of me that I need to try to put together. It occured to me that this process is very similar to that of piecing together a quilt–taking bits and making them into a pattern that forms a whole cloth. The good news is, I must be on the right tack, because if as I suspect I am saying something new, it isn’t going to be an easy write.
Current schedule:
- Monday: try to get the router to work on the Cisco network (no joy so far.) Homeschool. Night to write.
- Tuesday: haircut, family night.
- Wednesday: choir.
- Thursday: so far free.
- Friday: coven Samhain.
- Saturday: Ted’s gamelan concert.
- Sunday-Tuesday: business trip to San Jose.
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I’ve made it past the first half of the week dragging a cold along with me. Fortunately every person I know has this cold. I feared I might have imported it from my travels but the local scapegoat is an SCA fighter. It’s not debilitating, just irritating.
Homeschooling: Both the main units leaped forward this week. In history I finally found a book to teach from. It’s huge, aimed at a 7th grade vocabulary, has a lot of images, and covers not just Western European history but Asia, Africa and the North Americas as well. I dropped it in front of my nephew and he squealed and started paging through it. I cannot tell you how much fun it is to homeschool a budding historian. His assignment this week is a choice: read six pages and take a test, or read fifty pages and just sit and discuss with me.
In cosmology we’re doing fine with the study of constellations but not so fine in comparative religions. After last week’s disastrous introduction to Christianity, in which he expressed a disinterest in learning about the religion on the grounds that it was evil, I spent some time in conference with his other teachers and some time thinking. Then I came at the monotheistic religions as a block. You have to understand their interaction to get the middle ages and the Crusades.
Choir:
Tuesday we had a full choir rehearsal. The first part of the rehearsal we sorted into Tuesday and Wednesday, with low voices in the middle and high voices on either end. One of our songs has four parts, sorted into high and low, with Tuesday getting one high and low and Wednesday getting the other high and low. This gives us the hockets. You don’t get the full effect though unless the choir sings together. It already sounds pretty good.
It’s also very interesting how the instruction “sing into a long long beak” can sharpen a spreading a vowel.
TLD:
We had our first full rehearsal with the new team yesterday. Two more of those, hopefully with props, and we propose to launch. Another rehearsal punched down into the egregore, yay team! It was great to see again and get a chance to work with him.
After rehearsal and I went out to dinner with and Soror K. They took us to a local restaurant, a great Thai place called Thai Ku. Great conversation about Voudon and the origin of the LBROP. After dinner they took us down to the opium den - past a wrought iron gate, down a worn flight of stairs, into a small basement that was really more like a hallway than a room. A cabinet on the wall housed opium pipes behind glass next to an antique Chinese bed in the corner. They took us back upstairs to the bar which has a Chinese apothecary wall, all those tiny boxes and a lot of other things.
Ballard’s a waterfront neighborhood, an old working fishing village. Kraken says the building he lives in used to be a bordello. It’s not just a Norweigian enclave, oral histories captured from the area recall Italian and Chinese immigrants as well. Web reviews of the restaurant type the pharmacy and opium den as decor, but it had more of a camping-in-the-ruins feel to me. This week’s adventure for sure.
Weekend:
My plan for today is to clear my desk as far as possible, both at work and at home. Friday through Sunday are unscheduled and my current plan is to immerse myself in writing. Yay!Next week is one of those insane holiday weekends. Whose idea was it to have eight major religious holidays again? In my youth it seemed like a great idea, but I have to say, it wears you down over time.
Current schedule:
- Monday: Homeschool.
- Tuesday: SCA night.
- Wednesday: choir.
- Friday: coven Hallowmas.
- Saturday: attend gamelan concert. With any luck will post particulars.
- Sunday: fly to Bay Area.
- Monday-Tuesday: teach work class.
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The week turned out a little differently than planned.
Work:
Spent the week preparing for two big business meetings. One was delivered Thursday, one goes out tomorrow. I get in my car and drive to these locations. Thursday’s meeting was in Issaquah, which meant I could swing by Ikea on my way home, bwa ha ha.
I’m spending a lot of time on a business transformation. We’re moving to Oracle Projects. As a senior PM I figured out this was going to be a huge change for us and started a couple of months ago to work with the teams rolling this out. On Friday I surfaced this to my manager. It’s close enough now that people are starting to hear the rumble. I’ve gone from annoying pest to life preserver. This is taking up every spare work moment and accounts for some night and weekend work.
Family:
I finally got hold of a history book that I like and started putting together lesson plans for the nephew. We’re transitioning from the ancient world to the medieval world through the barbarian invasions. The good news is, there is a wonderful set of History Channel programs on the subject. Before I can get to Battles of the Medieval World though there’s a lot of backgrounding to do. (Anyone remember the Carolingians?)
Saturday night Alex, sis, nephew and I went to the local SCA Harvest Ball. This was charming as anything - Dragon’s Laire rented a hall, brought in a band (recorder and viol de gamba), and had a dance teacher show us some steps. As a Balkan folk dancer of many years the teaching was painful, but the crowd caught on quickly. It was charming as anything to see a bunch of people get together and entertain each other without electronics.
Minervals:
Turned out I wasn’t chief temple steward. I was the taxi again. I drove the initiator to and from the site. When I got there the place was already set up, and after I left the team closed down the site. I can really get used to this ex-master thing!
It turned out to be very important for me to spend so much time with the initiator. He’s not on LJ, wish he was, I’d like to publically thank him for his focus and the time he spent with us. He focused us on the very important fact that this is the one time this initiate gets to have this experience, let’s make it special. I’m all about that–it’s what I signed on to do all this for in the first place. Great food, great company, great party, great magic.
Sister Babalonyieh spent a lot of time on the phone with me yesterday, counseling and girl talk. I can’t wait to see her to hug her again!
- Monday: homeschool, night off.
- Tuesday: choir practice - day change for this week only.
- Wednesday: TLD practice, still working on location.
- Thursday: one of my brothers has a birthday, I better send him something.
- Friday-Sunday: I have nothing on my calendar. Is that right, or am I forgetting something? If it is, I’m ganking this for a writing weekend, so don’t get any ideas.
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