Meanderings

Well, since I watched Greg meander with his mind in that last post…I’ll do a mini-meandering. My 1997 Hyundai just had to be repaired. Warranty expires at 100,000 miles. So, at 99,997 miles something went wrong. It started mis-firing badly. So, I drove it too a mechanic in town. 3 miles away. I Pulled in and asked if he did warranty work. “Sure do…how many miles you got on it…”

“99,999.9 and change”,I replied.

We rolled it into the shop…and it was out of warranty. Just rolling it into the garage turned over the odometer. (There is no grace in the warranty business, I learned…)

So, Good news was this; It was a $9 gasket. Bad news was it was $250 to replace it.

Good news is…I went 100,000.01 miles and only had to replace a gasket. Bad news is…I’ve driven 100,000.01 miles and only replaced a gasket…not a new thing on the car!

Actually, its been a great car…NO complaints. My second Hyundai…and I recommend them. I expect to drive it another 50k or so…then…sell it to Greg.

Recent Happenings in Pickens.

Things that really nobody but we might care about.

1) My water bill was higher….my family must be cleaner.

2) Riley ticked off the other flute player by NOT relinquishing the earned first chair at the recent beginner band performance at the middle school. I am sure there will soon be a law suit.

3) My jazz band singers do not like to look like they enjoy singing. (Just something that bugs me…)

4) My car broke 210,000 miles. It really sounds like it just broke 500,000. I might let it rest and drive the little one…it only has 160,000!

5) I had a band director suggest that I write a new march for the FreeMusic page (at www.bandlink.org) and call it “Brokeback Directors march.” I suggested it could be all parallel thirds. We decided not to write the march.

6) I tilled my garden plot last weekend so Riley could look for worms. No worms, but another beautiful place for me to plant things that get swallowed by weeds. Maybe this year I will actually get a hoe and not have an excuse. But, we can grow some great weeds in Pickens!

7) Tad is getting bigger.

8) William is getting bigger and may soon be adopted.

9) Riley is getting sadder about William getting adopted.

10) Me, too.

11) Wesley participates in the 2006 All-State band next weekend. He was also invited to play with the All-State Jazz Band, but had to decline because it conflicted with his performing with the Upstate Indoor Marching Percussion Ensemble “Trifecta” where he plays electric bass.

12) I NEVER made All-State band.

13) I got a cell phone message yesterday that was left last Saturday. Nothing exciting about the message, but I think I should pay my bill as promptly as I receive my messages, that I pay for.

14) Why do they call it BUCKwheat? Why not BOBwheat or JIMMYwheat? Are we to assume it is female? Couldn’t it be BETTYwheat? Or HISandHERwheat for as to be PC? (Why do we sing hymns and nor hers?)

15) I will now go empty the dishwasher and make some coffee. This, at least, is a consistency in my life, other than my marriage, that I can truly count on to ALWAYS be waiting joyfully for me every morning.

16) Remember, BE a great day!

I’m posting something to see if it works b/c Greg is harassing me. For Larry, Lis is Lisa….been called that since I was a little girl!!:)
Got news yesterday the adoption committee meets on the 7th to pick William’s family. We’re then given 10 days notice…so technically he could be leaving us by the 17th, but it would prob. be before…can’t have his departure lingering for 10 days…too much. Bitter-sweet.
Hope all have a great day! LIS

Cat Sacrifice

I didn’t know musing had anything to do with Greek gods and stuff so, I sacrificed a cat today. I just seemed like the right thing to do. They don’t teach you THAT in Sociology School!

Welcome Cindy!

It’s Official….well it will be soon

Our offer on the house was accepted, and the contract signed. We close on or before 30 March which is great with one exception. Now I don’t feel right spending a hundred bucks to go to Charleston and run the Cooper River Bridge on April 1st as I’d planned on for the last few months. I was really looking forward to spending that time with 50,000 of my closest buds from all over the world smelling like sweaty socks! Well maybe next year.

Trude's HouseAnyway,,,,I was gonna send you all pictures of our cool 3BR, 2BA, 1 Office home with a pool in the subdivision. But not being so computer wise as some like Tom, I couldn’t figure it out. If you’re really curious, go to cdanjoyner.com, and check out MLS # 1100944.

Greg, we need no truck, (I married a bread man. He comes with a big truck) but the muscle will be appreciated if you’re up for it. We’ll supply the pizza or subs or chicken or whatever. To answer your earlier question, it’s about 4-5 miles from Rock Springs Baptist Church. I’ll let you know when and where all the fun will be, okay?

Sigh….I expected more technical savvy from a member of our country’s first line of defense….

Where was I saying anything about MUSE?

I don’t know what I said. Did I mention musing? Or did I thnk something was amusing, as in funny, not as in a musing? However, I feel much more educated in the museness of this blog, and will try to use the word muse in my normal daily conversation starting this afternoon.

Great job, oh most literate one.

Guess that’s what a degree in library tech or something from an obscure Canadian college will get you: a complete disregard for honest research. Rather than musing on the word “muse,” you could have simply looked it up – as I’m sure your sainted mother would have advised you to do had you been living at home and being annoying on the eve of a great Tupperware party (“You can either look it up or make yourself useful by stamping these flyers, young lady”).

So I’ve taken it upon myself to get the information that you need. Me. With my lowly sociology degree. The major that you refer to as “what one does when one cannot choose a major.” Please read carefully and digest it all. There will be a test.

The Muses are the Greek goddesses who preside over the arts and sciences and inspire those who excel at these pursuits, such as sociology majors and tubists. Daughters of Zeus, king of the gods, and Mnemosyne (“memory”), they were born at Pieria at the foot of Mount Olympus. Their nurse, Eupheme, raised them along with her son, Crotus the hunter, who was transported into the sky as Sagittarius upon his death. Their name (akin to the Latin mens and English mind) denotes ‘memory’ or ‘a reminder’, since in the earliet times poets, having no books to read from, and no library sciences majors to ask questions of, relied on their memories. The Romans identified the Muses with certain obscure Italian water-goddesses, the Camenae (from the Greek “Cam,” meaning “part of an engine” and “enae,” a Scottish brogueism for “enough” – as in “Thot’ll bae enae o thot, ye youngue camenae!”)

The original number of muses and their names varies in earlier times as their evolution blossomed in Greek mythology. At first, three muses were worshipped on Mount Helicon in Boeotia: Melete (“meditation”), Mneme (“memory”), and Aoede (“Melete and Mneme’s Sister”). Another three were worshipped at Delphi and their names represented the names of the strings of a lyre: Nete, Mese, and Hypate. Several other versions were worshipped until the Greeks finally established the seventeen muses in mythology as: Calliope, Doc, Clio, Erato, Bashful, Euterpe, Dopey, Sneezy, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Happy, Sleepy, Terpsichore, Grumpy, Thalia, Urania, and Stumpy. The Muses had several epithets which usually referred to places where they had settled.

Ephialtes and Otus, who also founded Ascra, were the first to sacrifice on Helicon to the Muses and to call the mountain sacred to the Muses. Sacrifices to the Muses consisted of libations of water, milk, or honey poured out of a plastic jug shaped like a dancing honey bear.

Their companions are the Charities, the Horae, Eros, Dionysus, Apollo, Aphrodite, Harmonia, and Himerus (Desire). Apollo is the leader of the choir of the Muses and consequently he has the surname Musagetes. Later Greeks consistenly referred to him as Mr. Musagete. Over the centuries, this was bastardized by English tourists and finally made famous by Andrew Lloyd Weber’s smash hit, “Mr. Mestopholis.” Athena caught and tamed the winged horse Pegasus and gave him to the Muses. Some of their disciples included the Sphinx who learned her riddle from the Muses; Aristaeus, who learned the arts of healing and prophecy from them, and Echo, who was taught by them to play music – over and over and over and over.

Source: Some website that came up first on Google.

Coming in a dismal fifth…

So –

I’ve pondered the meaning of muse for about 24 hours, now. Greg says that we can “muse” and have the (and I quote) best blog ever. I believe that muse and music come from the same Latin root (which probably means to make noise), and this leads me to wonder if blogging and making noise could be similar in nature. Yes, Larry, the verb “to blog” is, as we now can clearly see, just like the verb “to blow” (as in blowing a horn…).

All these questions of language then lead me to wonder if one can take the NOUN, blog, (ooh, I read your new blog today) and make it into a different kind of verb – the sort I really hate – where all you do is add “ize” to the end. This is how we arrived at silly words like “strategize” so why can’t we have “blogize?” In which case, we then have a sentence that’s something like: “I’m blogizing about my life – don’t bother me right now.”

The fact of the matter is that I have nothing of import to share with any of you. No kids who were the youngest horn players (way to go, Tad!). No momentary home ownership on the horizon (congratulations, Trude!) – just an ongoing and seemingly never decreasing mortgage to pay. No great day at work (glad YESTERDAY was good, Tom), since work tends to be whatever I tell myself I have to do. I just live a quiet life that is interspersed with traveling to foreign countries (I’ll send you photos from Cancun when I figure out how to do that), getting awards (okay, just one award in 50 years, but it was a good one), reading to my little buddy at the elementary school (have you all read Peter and the Starcatchers?) and stoking the fire (winter arrived on Saturday at about noon).

But I’m still the oldest of this motley crew – and I’m sure that’s good for something.

How come Mom and Dad haven’t shown up yet? Is it time for us to get them up and and running with DSL or what?

Anyhow – I’m entirely psyched about being part of a blog, having a chance to blog and simply blogizing to my heart’s content. Now, however, I’m off to do some research about a dead guy so that sometime within the next 10 years (that’s my goal) I can write a history/biography of him and his times in Addison County. After that, the musical – or blogical.

cdt

Tuesdays blow

You know how awesome yesterday was? I know you all do because I know that the first thing you do every morning is rush to open my blog and see what amazing and exciting things I’m doing.

Well, as awesome as yesterday was – today sucks that much more.

Just thought you’d like to know.

And how come Tad ignores me everytime I send him an email? Where have the manners of today’s youth gone, I axe ya.

Lurkers alreay? Who is Lis?

Who….is lis? I know TWD. I know. CDT. I know Greg et al…and Dianne…and me. But, who is the “lis” contributor?

Halt!

Who goes there?

Advance and be recognized!

Or is this Greg’s better half (the one we saw in the picture)…and the poor girl dropped a vowel off of her name? (I’ve heard that’s all the rage…all the kids are doing it…)