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Weekend of getting organized
posted Saturday, 11 February 2006
I missed the Lucy Kaplansky concert, Damn.
I had to work until the wee hours and couldn't get there. Management is tweaking my route and it's going to be a little while before the bugs are ironed out. If Tom is reading this; I'm sorry buddy, I owe you a Guinness or two.
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My daughter performed in The Lorain County Solo and Ensemble Contest this morning. It was held at Midview High School and I had to be up early, (6am, early for me) and she performed twice. First she did a solo and later performed with her choir. She got a '1' on both which is the highest you can get. I'm very proud of her. I didn't realize what a beautiful voice she has.
It was bittersweet because I walked through the halls looking at all the class pictures. It was nice looking at the seventies photos and how we all looked the same. All the while I was looking for the surnames that I research in genealogy. Then I came upon a picture of my first-cousin Robert Bott in the class of '75 and it caught me by surprise. Bob was only 35 when he died of colon cancer, the same disease that claimed his father, grandfather and attacked two of my brothers. I didn't know Bob well and our families were never close due to an unimportant family dispute years ago. The few times I did speak to him I found him very likeable and bright. I would have enjoyed knowing him and his family better.
I was unable to stay for her second performance but had the chance to take the wife and daughter to breakfast at a restaurant in Grafton. I love restaurants where the locals go. There were a lot of farmers and working class people there. The food was good and the prices were right. It was nice.
I headed over to our chess club with the plan to give a lecture on an opening called The Guicco Piano (Quiet Game) but changed my plans when less people showed up. Instead we got some new members and some spirited games ensued.
Our newest member played a mean game and was up the exchange early. I came back and luckily got a passed pawn and used my knight to fend off any mating nets. It was probably my best game so far and I'm going to have to stay on my toes from now on.
After the club I took the family to Five and Diner for lunch and my daughter had to hear Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 by Bob Dylan because she loves the line "Everybody Must Get Stoned". She watches That Seventies Show and thinks everyone were hippies. Someday I'm going to write my perceptions of the seventies and give them to her. It will be an eye-opener.
I have to fight the urge to speak to my daughter in quotations, like the opening line from L. P. Hartley's novel, The Go-Between, "The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there." She normally rolls her eyes and gives me The Look. Oh well,.
Stopped at the mall to get some computer gear. I upgraded my internal ram to two gig. The more I do video editing the more power I need.
I'm spending the rest of the weekend getting organized. I have so many interests that sometimes things get jumbled. Right now on my desk are two digital cameras, three sets of banjo fingerpicks (which ones are cobalt coated?), multiple flatpicks, two kinds of guitar tuners (a Korg and Intellitouch), two books on close-up magic, a minidisc recorder with eight unlabelled minidisks, a mandolin teaching dvd (unopened), Digital8 Camcorder, six dvds of tv shows I've missed over the past few weeks ( I love House, MD), Twenty three comic books that I'll be selling on ebay, four posters from concerts that I've been to that need to be framed and a bobble-head doll of Ozzy Osborne that my mom gave me last Christmas.
All that is only what I can see. Below that are the layers of papers that need to be filed.
So I guess it's a fun weekend and it will be productive. What more could I want?
I had to work until the wee hours and couldn't get there. Management is tweaking my route and it's going to be a little while before the bugs are ironed out. If Tom is reading this; I'm sorry buddy, I owe you a Guinness or two.
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My daughter performed in The Lorain County Solo and Ensemble Contest this morning. It was held at Midview High School and I had to be up early, (6am, early for me) and she performed twice. First she did a solo and later performed with her choir. She got a '1' on both which is the highest you can get. I'm very proud of her. I didn't realize what a beautiful voice she has.
It was bittersweet because I walked through the halls looking at all the class pictures. It was nice looking at the seventies photos and how we all looked the same. All the while I was looking for the surnames that I research in genealogy. Then I came upon a picture of my first-cousin Robert Bott in the class of '75 and it caught me by surprise. Bob was only 35 when he died of colon cancer, the same disease that claimed his father, grandfather and attacked two of my brothers. I didn't know Bob well and our families were never close due to an unimportant family dispute years ago. The few times I did speak to him I found him very likeable and bright. I would have enjoyed knowing him and his family better.
I was unable to stay for her second performance but had the chance to take the wife and daughter to breakfast at a restaurant in Grafton. I love restaurants where the locals go. There were a lot of farmers and working class people there. The food was good and the prices were right. It was nice.
I headed over to our chess club with the plan to give a lecture on an opening called The Guicco Piano (Quiet Game) but changed my plans when less people showed up. Instead we got some new members and some spirited games ensued.
Our newest member played a mean game and was up the exchange early. I came back and luckily got a passed pawn and used my knight to fend off any mating nets. It was probably my best game so far and I'm going to have to stay on my toes from now on.
After the club I took the family to Five and Diner for lunch and my daughter had to hear Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 by Bob Dylan because she loves the line "Everybody Must Get Stoned". She watches That Seventies Show and thinks everyone were hippies. Someday I'm going to write my perceptions of the seventies and give them to her. It will be an eye-opener.
I have to fight the urge to speak to my daughter in quotations, like the opening line from L. P. Hartley's novel, The Go-Between, "The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there." She normally rolls her eyes and gives me The Look. Oh well,.
Stopped at the mall to get some computer gear. I upgraded my internal ram to two gig. The more I do video editing the more power I need.
I'm spending the rest of the weekend getting organized. I have so many interests that sometimes things get jumbled. Right now on my desk are two digital cameras, three sets of banjo fingerpicks (which ones are cobalt coated?), multiple flatpicks, two kinds of guitar tuners (a Korg and Intellitouch), two books on close-up magic, a minidisc recorder with eight unlabelled minidisks, a mandolin teaching dvd (unopened), Digital8 Camcorder, six dvds of tv shows I've missed over the past few weeks ( I love House, MD), Twenty three comic books that I'll be selling on ebay, four posters from concerts that I've been to that need to be framed and a bobble-head doll of Ozzy Osborne that my mom gave me last Christmas.
All that is only what I can see. Below that are the layers of papers that need to be filed.
So I guess it's a fun weekend and it will be productive. What more could I want?
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