the walkin’ dude meets bacon s’mores

Sometime last year, I started walking.  Theoretically, it was for exercise and fresh air and blah blah blah; but – in reality – it was just because I found a cool app for my phone that would track me with GPS and draw little maps of where I walked and let me do flyovers of my path via Google Earth.  Sure, I figured I could use the exercise, too.  However, I grew bored with the maps and I was so completely out of shape that my calves screamed at me every time I walked more than about half a mile; so I basically gave it up.

Then, right around the time I got my bonus this year (March), I spotted some stuff made by the Withings Corporation that looked really cool – namely, a wi-fi scale that also tracks body mass and a blood pressure gauge that connects to my phone and stores the information over time.  I also saw a cool little wi-fi pedometer that doubles as a sleep monitor.  So, as is my wont to do, I splurged on toys with a hunk of my bonus (after paying a bunch of bills) and bought all three of the ones that I just mentioned.

See, I really like statistics, and I like for them to be usable and applicable to my life, but I hate having to collect them.  Small data sets suck. If you’re (for example) trying to graph your weight over time, you have to keep track of what it is every time you take it and then live with the fact that, at least for a few months, you’re not really going to see any trending.  You’re just going to see a bunch of data points.

That bores the snot out of me.

With the Withings Scale and Blood-Pressure thingy, though, I don’t have to keep track.  I just step on the scale (or take my BP), and the information is magically transported to an account that I set up online.  The pedometer does the same thing with steps taken and elevation changes and how many times I wake up during the night.  On my little online profile, it asks what my motivation is for exercising.  My answer is, truthfully, “I like playing with stats.”

So, naturally, I decided to start walking a lot more.  After all, I’d still get the cool mappy things plus I’d have more steps and more data points.  Also, since we would assume that regular exercise will result in weight loss, a lower fat content, and a more stable blood pressure, walking would allow me to have more interesting trend lines with the Withings products.

An interesting side-note has occurred, though:  my calves don’t hurt any more.  I went out last weekend and walked 8 miles on Saturday and 5 on Sunday, and my only real complaint was that the music list on my iphone – which I’d chosen based on the tempo of the songs being around 131 beats per minute, was too damned slow.

So I’ve upgraded my set list with tunes of around 137 BPM now.  I’m walking faster and farther and getting lots of good data to graph (elevation, time spent, average speed, total distance, etc.) and I’m also getting to know my way around neighborhoods that – though I’ve lived in them for 13 years – I never knew.

The weight, btw, is going down.  I think I’ve lost about 9 pounds since the middle of April.  Jury’s still out on the blood pressure, but I’m going to give the walking thing at least 6 more months before I break down and go to a doctor.  That’s just the way I roll.

If you’re curious, I’m closing in on 100 miles.  Not bad for a guy who was basically sedentary until two months ago.

I got an email from a friend today linking to a recipe for whiskey and caramel s’mores with bacon.  You might think that that sounds disgusting.  I think normal s’mores sound disgusting (hell – normal s’mores are disgusting and you’ve known it since you turned about 7 years old), but with the bacon, whiskey and caramel….I think it sounds pretty awesome.

On this day in history, Charles Lindbergh landed in Paris.  That was in 1927, I believe.  Exactly 5 years later, Amelia Earhart completed her own trans-Atlantic flight.

Friggin’ plagiarist.

TWD

Amy

I mentioned “a delightful trumpet-playing lady” in the Frowsy Noise blog, and I suppose I should say a bit more about her.

Amy is a 40-year-old solo cornet player who first caught my eye about two years ago during the NABBA competition in Michigan.  Not saying I was flabbergasted or anything like that – she was just a very attractive woman and I’m a guy and I notice things like that.  I’d forgotten all about her by the time this year’s contest rolled around.  Interestingly enough, though, when I was taking pictures of conductors during the Friday night band sessions, I shifted my camera a little bit; and this extremely comely girl once again caught my eye.  She couldn’t really help it, because her head was filling my entire viewfinder.
So I took a bunch of shots of her (hey – she’s still attractive, I’m still a guy, and it was my job to take pictures of the competition, right?) and then went on about filming other members of her band and the rest of the bands that followed.
The next evening, I was tasked with shooting the championship bands’ second night of performances and the awards ceremony that followed them.  Amy’s band was the last one to perform before the awards, and I was shooting the bands from the balcony – shooting towards the cornet sections, so I once again couldn’t help noticing her.  After her band finished, I grabbed my gear and headed to the closest exit, intent on making it down to stage level in time for the awards.  I rushed down the stairs and turned a corner just as Amy’s band was coming around the same corner from the opposite direction (to stow their horns prior to returning for the awards).  As luck would have it, Amy and I locked eyes in a somewhat surreal moment, and she smiled at me – which nearly caused me to drop all of the aforementioned gear. 
I’m not sure exactly how, but I did manage to make it to the stage in time for awards pictures – and one of the first people to win an award was Amy – First Place in the high-brass technical solo contest.  So I learned her name…and I also got to stand 10 feet away from her and take her picture yet again…and she smiled at me yet again.
Which was nice.
Nicer still was a few days later when I got a “Friend Request” from her on Facebook, along with a nice note saying, basically, “Sorry we didn’t meet at NABBA, but I like your photos.”  I responded in my suave way that, “I think we might have nodded at each other.  Great performance.”
And that was that until a couple of weeks later, when she selected one of my shots of her (my favorite, in fact) to use as her profile picture on Facebook.  She left my watermark on the photo – which nobody ever does (a fact that generally pisses me off) – so I wrote to her to tell her thank you and to give her permission to remove the watermark if she wanted to.  She replied that she sort of liked it.  
And over the next few weeks, we began sending increasingly lengthy and less brass-related messages to each other on Facebook – not something I normally do with anyone as I’m not all that thrilled with the idea of using Facebook as an email client.  That being the case, I was thrilled when she asked for my email address, explaining that she wasn’t a big fan of using Facebook as an email client.
So the messages moved to email and continued to get longer and longer.
At one point during the FB messages, she’d given me her phone number, so – after I’d written about 48 pages to her in one email – I sent her a text message informing her that she was going to freak out about the email she was about to get.  I sort of thought that she’d freak out MORE about the fact that I’d remembered her phone number, but she didn’t flinch at all.   Said she was disappointed that I hadn’t called her when she first gave me the number. 
So, the next day, we had our first voice conversation.  I was, to put it mildly, quite nervous.
Since then, we’ve had a number of very long talks and it’s apparent to both of us that we’ve got a lot in common – including the fact that we’re both sort of crazy about each other.  She’s currently trying to make some plans to come visit Atlanta (she’s in Chicago) during the first week of June; and I’m trying to figure out how I can fly to Chicago at some point later this year.  
Yeah.  I said I’m planning to fly to see her. Like, on a plane.  
I’m also toying with the idea of driving up to Gettysburg in mid-June to surprise her at a gig that she’ll be playing there.
Long story short….I think I’ve completely fallen for this gal; and I think the feeling might be mutual.
Gorgeous. Smart. Funny. A champion musician.  And her middle name is Elizabeth.  Be still my heart.
TWD

let’s get this party re-started

he rest of my team (based in Dallas) is getting a bit silly this afternoon in our chatroom, so now seems like a good time to update this long-abandoned blog and catch everyone up on what’s been going on in my life in the last 5 months.  I apologize profusely if you’ve been checking in regularly to either this little bit of fluff or to the other blog (which has also gone fallow since January).  So I’ll let a “Leading With Distinction”(1) video play through my headphones while I attempt to write with distraction.
I guess the biggest change in my life since I last sat down to type here deals with what I do for a living.  You may all recall that I’ve been writing metrics reports for the last 4 or 5 years.  That career came to an abrupt end on May 1st, when I accepted a position as a senior network support dude in the newly-created Digital Life Service Operations group (DLSO).  So what do I actually do now?  Your guess is nearly as good as mine.

Theoretically, the people in my group are tasked with supporting a series of systems that will be the background of my company’s new Digital Life (DL) product.  Very little is known about DL at this point – even by those of us who are supposed to be supporting it.  This is because it hasn’t really been released in the United States.  There are about 20 houses in the country right now that have been outfitted with the DL hardware and those houses are our “alpha” test of the system.  Plans are in the works for a much larger technical trial in Atlanta and Dallas beginning sometime next month (and, with any luck, my own house will be included in that trial), but – as an example of how quickly things can move in this business – a lot of the systems that DLSO will be supporting haven’t been invented yet.  One hopes that they will be invented in time for the tech trials.  So you might be wondering what it is that I’ve been doing for the last 17 days if my job is to support systems that haven’t been written.  That would be a fair thing to wonder.  I’ve wondered it myself for most of the last 17 days.

Basically, I’ve been doing a lot of reading about high-level systems architecture and process flow.  So – if I were allowed to say, and I most definitely am not allowed to say – I could tell you exactly how the overall system is going to work; but I couldn’t tell you the first thing about the individual components within the system that will make it work.  And those individual components – the ones that I don’t know about – the ones that don’t yet exist – are the things that my team and I are charged with supporting.
How did someone like me wind up in such a screwed-up situation?  I mean, I’m a generally cautious guy, right?  I don’t just leap into things that I can’t handle and hope, right? 

Well….yeah.  I do do stupid things like that all the time.  That’s how I ended up in Atlanta in the first place, remember?  In this particular case, however, it wasn’t about being either stupid and/or overly-cocky at all.  The road to today started during a staff meeting with the metrics group about two months ago, during which a new acronym – AGR – was introduced.  I’m not going to say exactly what AGR stands for because, frankly, I don’t know if anybody at the company spends their days trolling the internet looking for blogs that say bad things about ATT.  If there is such a person, I don’t want to make his or her job easier by including specific search strings in my blog, ya know?  So I won’t tell you what AGR stands for, but I will tell you what it means.  Loosely translated, it means, “There’s a damned good chance that TWD’s job is going to be sent to the Czech Republic by the end of 2012 because there’s a guy in the Czech Republic who’s willing to do TWD’s job for a salary equal to approximately 30% of TWD’s salary.”

So I made a phone call to the DLSO group, learned a little bit about the new product, and was offered a job about two weeks later.  It was really that simple.  I didn’t even formally apply for this job.  I was merely curious about the DL product.  When I was informed that my “interview” had beaten out 250 other applicants, and assured that AGR will not affect DLSO, I accepted the job.  And there it is.  For the last 17 days, I’ve been reading documentation – and writing some – for products that don’t exist.

In other news, the 30th annual NABBA championships were held in Cincinnati, OH, during the last weekend of March, and the weekend seemed to go pretty well.  The Atlantic Brass Band took top honors for the second straight year and it’s nice to see a different band at the top of the pile.  Prior to last year, the Fountain City Brass Band out of Kansas City had been on a 4- or 5-year tear.  I’m not a fan of juggernauts.

In the First Section (the section in which my own band would normally compete), Central Ohio won for the 4th year in a row (5 out of the last 6 have gone to the COBB).  I’ve started to give their director just the tiniest little bit of grief that she’s not moving the band up to the Championship Section, but she seems determined to stay where she is.  Hopefully, the Georgia Brass Band will re-enter the contest next year (after a two-year hiatus) and, also hopefully, the GBB will knock the COBB kings from their thrones.

I also met and have begun corresponding with a delightful cornet-playing lady from one of the top-level bands.  We shall see where that leads, if anywhere, but it’s nice in any case to have another friend with whom to talk about music and brass banding.

About a month ago, one of the feral kittens – from last year’s basket o’ feral kittens – had two feral kittens of her own (in the box that I built for them, no less).  The cat, who I call Daphne, is a very sweet little girl and also very tiny.  I honestly didn’t think that she was physically capable of producing offspring, but had been trying to tame her enough to get her fixed anyway.  So when I walked onto the deck last month and realized that she’d given birth to two normal-looking kits, it was a bit strange.  She seemed happy and healthy enough, though, so I started reaching out to friends to see if any of them were interested in getting a brand-new, never-been-used kitten or two.  None of them were interested; but, as it turned out, I was a bit premature in my attempts to find the babies homes.  Both of them were dead by the middle of the afternoon.  At first I thought they might have died just from being too small – until I noticed that one of them had had its head separated from its body.  I’m guessing that these deaths were not of natural causes.  Daphne, however, has remained as sweet as ever, and I still plan to have her fixed.

Death in my little feral family is not limited to kittens.  Fleck, one of my favorite older cats, appears to be ready to pack it in.  He may have done so already, in fact, as I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon.  His weight has dropped dramatically over the last month and he doesn’t seem to be eating much.  I suppose I could get him in a carrier and take him to be euthanized, but he honestly doesn’t appear to be suffering.  When I saw him yesterday, he made a few little happy meowing sounds at me and kneaded the air while I scratched his head and tried to decide what to do about him.  In the end, I decided to go the route described by James Herriott in one of his veterinarian books – I’ll let Fleck take a chance and see what he decides to do with it.

So as not to end on such a morbid note, I’ll point out that the GBB will be playing at the International Trumpeters Guild (ITG) conference in Columbus next week.  This is sort of a big deal for the band, as trumpet players (and other brass players) from around the world will be in attendance; and the GBB has a pretty primo slot on the schedule.  In addition to a number of standard brass band pieces, we’ll also be doing two works with soloists – two trumpeters from the Atlanta Symphony along with the trumpet instructor at the University of Georgia.  All three are fantastic players and the band is also sounding very good as of late.  It should be a good show.

I know I’ve said this countless times before, but I shall once again make it a point to try to keep this thing updated more frequently.  If you’ve got ideas about what I can write about, please….bring ’em on!

The word of the day, by the way, is “pip.”   As in, “There are a bunch of little birds and they’re pipping at me.”

TWD


1. Leading With Distinction is a program started within ATT a couple of years ago.  Basically, it’s a series of assemblies, each headed up by some sort of senior officer, theoretically designed to ensure that everybody at the company gets all hyped up about watching senior officers lead assemblies.  Each assembly is recorded and can be viewed later via a browser.  Participating in the assemblies, either live or recorded, is required.  As such, I would estimate that 98% of all employees do the same thing: start a recording and then do something else until it’s over.  Just like those assemblies you had to sit through in high school.

Not Quite Yet

I’d planned to update this mostly private blog tonight, but have decided to wait a few days to do so.  I’m in sort of a funky mood and I need to collect myself before I try to write.

twd

history, politics and cat houses

I’ll get back to that story idea some other time.  For today, I’ll just throw a bunch of unrelated tripe into this little space and call it good.  For starters, the word of the day is fetial, which means, “Concerned with declarations of war and treaties of peace.”  Can I use the word in a sentence?  Of  course I can.

George W. Bush will go down in history not only as a buffoon, but also as a virtual fetial priest.

Not bad, huh?  It should also give an idea of my political leanings to those of you who haven’t spent the last 7 years hanging on my every word.   I’m not completely liberal, but I’ve found that I’m growing ever more so – no doubt because of the absurdity of Bush and his minions coming into power so soon after that caricature of a human, Newton Leroy Gingrich, did everything he could to take the civility out of civil service.


Moving on.


On this day in 1896, Utah became the 45th state.   That fact alone should be enough to set me off on a tangent about Mormonism, but it won’t.  For the record, I don’t have much of a beef with the LDS church.  My family fed and hung out with numerous “elders” on their church missions in my youth, and my favorite uncle was a member of the church for several years, which resulted in me getting to see a well-designed genealogy on my father’s side.  It’s true that that same uncle later cut ties with the LDS after they basically ignored him when he was in the hospital; and it’s true that the LDS is incredibly homophobic and Salt Lake City has a horrendous teen suicide rate at least in part because Mormon kids get their heads screwed up young, but I’m not going to go off on that tangent.


Instead, I’ll go off on the tangent of trigonometry.  For the last few weeks, I’ve been hanging out at a website called KahnAcademy.org.  The site has a few thousand instructional videos, including many on algebra, calculus and trig.  One of the videos that I viewed today gave me a great way to remember how to determine sines, cosines, and tangents of angles in a right triangle: SOH CAH TOA.  Simply put, the sine is the opposite side over the hypotenuse.  The cosine is the adjacent side over the hypotenuse.  The tangent (hence my being on this tangent) is the opposite side over the adjacent side.  


I’d never heard that mnemonic device before.  It was all theta to me (ha!  Trig humor).


Had I decided to go with the story idea that I mentioned in the last post, today’s Post-A-Day topic is this:

Maybe its tying your shoelaces, or parallel parking cars, but we all have something very simple that we just don’t do very well. Write about yours.

One of my feral feline friends, Fleck, snacks
on a plate of cheese in his custom-built cat house

Well.  For now, we’ll just leave aside the fact that a blog devoted to inspiring writers by coming up with Post-A-Day topics just screwed up the word “it’s” and we’ll concentrate on what was being asked.  There are numerous things at which I suck, but trying to come up with one of them that’s considered “simple” is not so much difficult as it is depressing.  The first one to come to mind, however, was “ironing.”  I gave up on trying to iron clothes – particularly shirts – years ago.  Sure, if I’ve got an Easter gig and my only black shirt bears a striking resemblance to a shar-pei puppy, I might smack it with a hot iron a few times, but I won’t fool anybody.  A far more likely solution for me would be to throw the shirt into a dryer for 20 minutes and call it good.  Don’t even talk to me about tux shirts.

One thing that I like to do is build things out of wood.  I’m not particularly good at that, either, but carpentry isn’t something that I’d consider to be “simple.”  Also, I don’t have a wide assortment of tools or workspace.  I do the best I can, however, and I have a good time.  In the last couple of weeks, I built a little house for the (ironically) feral cats in my yard, and I also threw together an insulated cover for my fireplace (it was getting increasingly cold in my living room).

I think I’m drawn to “strange” carpentry because it’s just so damned imaginative.  I like coming up with a mental picture of what I want and then seeing if I can put it together.  Chairs, camp kitchens, cat houses…it’s just fun to build things.

And now I have a router table.  Watch out, world.

Lazy Day With Positives

The sun emerged from hiding today and temps soared into the low 50s.  As I understand it, tomorrow could come close to hitting 60 (the perfect temperature), though the rain may also return.

While I didn’t have any grand plans today, I thought about getting a haircut and doing some more work on the GBB library page.  Neither of those things happened, of course.  I did get a small measure of grocery shopping done this morning.  Basic stuff – cheese, milk, bread, apple juice, cat litter, and some more cheese for the outdoor cats.

During the cold and wind yesterday, Buddy and Fleck
kept each other warm by setting up a cat stack.

I discovered last night that Fleck, Buddy, and Brooks all love cheese; and, by using my last slice prudently, I was able to convince Fleck (at least) that the cathouse that I built for them is not a death trap.  When I went out this morning to put out their dry food rations, Fleck casually strolled out of the house as if he owned it.  After returning from shopping, I stepped out to the deck to parcel out some cheese and he was back in the house.  He and Buddy had a nice time begging for (and receiving) their treats for about 10 minutes and then he went back into his house for a nap.  I’m not sure, but I think Buddy may be sharing the new quarters with him, which is precisely what I’d hoped.  The two of them can surely keep the inside of it warm no matter how cold it gets outside.

I don’t know if there are gay cats, but Fleck and Buddy are extremely close to each other.  I have a suspicion that Fleck may be Buddy’s sire.  Those two sentences, taken together, are kind of sick, no?  Anyway, they’re cute together and I’m glad that they have an obvious bond.  It’s got to be tough to be an outdoor cat.  Hopefully, having a friend makes things easier.

After I played with the deck kitties for a while, I came back inside and made some seriously kick-ass Shepherds Pie for lunch (and dinner, as it turned out).  Not sure what made it so good.  It may have had something to do with the fact that I haven’t made it in several months – or maybe I just got lucky with my selection of spices.  Whatever the reason, it was superb.

After eating, I settled onto the couch to watch a movie and ended up sleeping for about 2 hours.  Woke up later, watched the movie again (Netflix is awesome that way) and then had some more of the Shepherds Pie.

Practiced the tuba for another 30 minutes tonight (Bordogni etudes, mostly, but finished with scales).  Fingers were quite sore after that, but not as much as last night.  In fact, I was able to mess around on the piano for another 30 minutes after the stint on tuba.

And tonight?  I’ll probably watch another movie and hit the sack early.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll get that haircut.

TWD

alliteration

December despair.
Dark, drizzly, dreary days.
Damned doubts.
Depression.
Doom.
Death.

That is my happy sestet for the day.  A friend suggested that I write a sonnet about the word “Frowsy” without actually using the word, but I’m just not up for it.  Bitching about December using only “D” words is much easier.  I really need to come up with a decent topic to write about in this blog.  Maybe I’ll start taking the suggestions (lame as they are) from the “Post-A-Day” groups.  To keep it interesting, I guess, I could also use a “Word-A-Day” system and try to work the daily words into the daily post topics.

Something to try in January.

What might be more interesting is to do both of the above exercises while also trying to keep a coherent narrative going.

Yeah.  That was like an “Aha!” moment right there.  Beginning next week, I shall endeavor to use strange words and boring topics to create a work of fictional genius.

Need some character names, though.

Winter Blahs

It has been cold and dreary outside for the last few days.  Rained again last night (three days in a row), but today is just overcast and very windy.  Temperature has been hanging around 40 for the last several hours, and my space heaters are blazing without interruption.  I’m still toying with the idea of getting a kerosene heater at some point this winter.  I think it’d be a real help in the living room.

Christmas itself was a rather quiet day for me – and no, I’m not complaining at all.  I did some more cleaning for much of the day and then started building a cathouse for my deck cats.  With the rain and cold, I think they can probably use a warm, dry place; and the litter-box cover that one or two of them had been sleeping under was letting a lot of water in.

The newest cathouse in Duluth.

Late on the afternoon of the 25th, I went over to Jenny’s place and had a lasagna dinner with her and her folks.  Picked up several bottles of beer (Christmas and birthday presents) while there, and then came home and went to bed.

Yesterday, I finished up the cathouse and got it set up on the deck.  As of this afternoon, a number of the kitties have shown interest in it, but none have actually made it a home yet.  Ungrateful little bastards.

Should you be wondering, the cathouse was also a way for me to begin cleaning out the garage.  I’ve got a bunch of scrap wood and other various junk lying around in there, and was able to use a lot of it to put the house together.  Along with about 1/3 of the wood, I cleared out a number of garden kneeling pads – which I’ve never used – some rags, and some nylon tenting material that I’ve been hanging on to for God knows what reasons.

While building the thing, I started taking a close look at the layout of the garage and am slowly formulating an idea to put in a big workbench area along the back wall.  Currently, that space is taken up by an old desk that Dad built, 4 or 5 wire shelves, and about 8 milk boxes.  I’m quite certain that there’s plenty of room for me to put in a full-length bench, under either cabinets or shelves, and have a decent place to play around building things while still allowing two cars to park there.

Today has been devoted mainly to coding the GBB library page, doing some laundry, thinking about doing dishes, and wondering if I’m going to go out to play some trivia tonight.  Oh yeah – I paid some bills, too.

No wonder I’ve been depressed all day.

TWD

a holiday poem

Man.  I’m hungry.

‘Tis the night before Christmas and I am at home
sitting in bed and composing a poem.
My bathrobe is hung by its hook on a door.
Underwear’s strewn on the unvacuumed floor.

One cat is curled up at the foot of the bed.
With visions, no doubt, of dead bugs in her head.
The other cat’s downstairs, most likely asleep.
No worries, no job, no appointments to keep.

And I, in my nakedness, type like a fiend
writing this verse on my laptop (wide-screened).
The TV is off, but the air cleaner hums.
What’s chaffing my ass?  Oh – some old cracker crumbs.

There’s no tree in the house and no presents to wrap.
I’m an old single guy and I don’t do that crap.
I don’t leave out cookies and milk for the elf.
I don’t even have any snacks for myself.

The crackers, you see, were from sometime last week.
Since then, I’ve had nothing but salads (all Greek).
There’s canned food downstairs.  Of that I am sure,
but, for me at least, kidney beans hold no allure.

That being the case, there’s not much to say.
I guess I’ll just starve for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow, however, I’m having lasagna.
I’d offer to share, but you might get some on ya.

So have a nice Christmas, alone or with friends,
and think of me starved, as this poem portends,
but do not get misty-eyed.  Nay!  Do not weep!
I’ll surfeit tomorrow.  Tonight, I shall sleep.

TWD

Closing Out the Year

I’ve had a fairly uneventful week, which is nice.  Did a little (very little) work between Monday and Thursday before shutting down the work laptop for good on Friday.  Not planning to bring it back up until January 3rd.

Dropped Scott off at MARTA on Wednesday morning, and he’ll be gone until at least the 4th.  Once I had the house to myself again, I sort of got into the cleaning mode.  Cleared out the music room, which had become a dumping ground for … well… for stuff over the last year or two.  It has now been reassigned to its former role of a place for horns, music, books, a piano, etc.  It also has the Day family dining room table in it, although I don’t have any chairs yet.  Maybe I’ll cruise up to TR this week and pick those up.  If they’ll fit in my car.

I also got serious about rebuilding my “Kramer” laptop (so named because of the faux wood finish on the case) and got it up and running again.  I’m using it now, in fact.  Set up its docking station on Mom’s old sewing machine table – a nearly perfect fit – and there’s now a fairly nice little office setup downstairs (also in the music/dining room).

I also straightened up the living room and let the Roomba loose for a few spins around the entirety of the downstairs area.  Great little machine, that Roomba.  I don’t endorse a lot of things, but I’ll give that thing 5 stars.

Upstairs, I did a half-hearted job of cleaning my bedroom, but more needs to be done.  Really want to get some wireless set-top boxes for the televisions so that I can rearrange the bedroom the way I’d really like for it to be, but that will have to wait.  At least all of my clothes have been laundered at put into drawers – and I’ve got a festive holiday quilt on my bed now.  Hoping to clean out the bedroom closet this week also.

Last night I played the final GBB caroling gig at Lenox Mall (for the Salvation Army thing).  Much to the relief of my aching elbows, I did so on a tenor horn instead of the tuba.  Started out pretty out of tune, but after the horn warmed up and I messed around with the slides enough, I acquitted myself fairly well.

This morning, I finished watching Jane Austen’s Emma on Masterpiece Theater (PBS).  I tried to read it earlier this year, but lost interest about 3/4 of the way through and felt sort of guilty about it.  Now that I know the story (I assume that the movie was fairly true to the book – it was 4 hours long), I might give reading the book another shot next year.

I’m also going to finish Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying this week. It’s quite likely that I’ll have to start over on that, as I’ve forgotten much of the plot and most of the characters, but it’s a pretty short book.  I stopped reading it because I found that just reading it was impossible for me – Faulkner is just too much work – but that reading it aloud made it much more interesting and opened my eyes to just how good a writer Faulkner was.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring myself to read aloud when Scott was in the house; and, since he lost his job in November, he’s been in the house pretty much non-stop since then.  Now that I’ll have a week alone, maybe I can knock the thing out in an afternoon.  Shoot, maybe I’ll tape myself and give away personalized audio books for family birthday presents this year.

Spent much of today asleep.  That wasn’t my intention when I got up at 6:45, but I crashed on the couch at somewhere around noon and didn’t wake up until nearly 6:00 this evening.

Tomorrow (Christmas day), I’m going over to Jenny’s place to have dinner with her and her parents.  I realized today that I don’t have gifts for any of them.  Maybe I’ll stop at Kroger’s and get them each a pop-tart or something.

TWD