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Thursday is my last class of the semester and I’m happy to say that both of the papers I have to turn in are done and ready to go. I just need to read a handful of pages and I’ll be done with everything except attendance at the last class.
One of the professors told us we’d be sitting on the floor for part of the class. It was everything I could do to not ask if we were going to have to sing Kumbaya. I figured if she’s the one who ultimately decides if I qualify for the program I should keep the sarcasm to myself.
I have a bottle of St. Peter’s Ale chilling to celebrate the end of the semester. We leave for the West Coast bright and early Friday morning. I’m really looking forward to our trip.
The better-half and I were looking around to see what’s going on in Seattle next weekend since we’ll be there. We found out Hem and Over the Rhine are playing at Neumos on Sunday. So, we extended our hotel stay for one more night and have tickets at Will Call. The total cost for both tickets is $50. I can’t remember the last time we paid so little for a concert. TWO BANDS we like. TWO.
Today at lunch I saw one of the professors from the class I’m taking. We said hello and went back to conversation at our respective tables. As he was leaving, he asked me how I was doing on the final paper. I said OK. He said “you’ll do fine”. Then he turned around and asked if a specific section of our group project was mine. I laughed and said yes and thanks for noticing (the group paper was a nightmare and we were lucky to get a B). He smiled and said “we both noticed” (as in he and the other professor could tell which section was mine). I know one of the points of the group project was to write as one voice but that could never happen which was part of the problem with our group paper but I nearly jumped up with joy that he could tell which part was mine. I think I need to tell that professor to stop talking to me because he’s making me feel like I could actually do well in the graduate program.
I’m off from work today. Hip, hip, hooray.
Earlier in the week, I ordered three CDs from CD Baby. I’ve never ordered from them before; have only lurked to see what they have to offer. I specifically went to the site to find a Mary Gordon Hall CD after seeing her perform a song at the Christine Lavin concert back in March. You know what happens when you go looking for just one CD; you come back with more.
The CDs arrived yesterday and I’m highly recommending Mary Gordon Hall if you like your folk with a bit of country thrown in. And, if you like good songwriting, good guitar playing and a beautiful voice you should check out Kim Taylor. The other CD is also good but it’s in the Trip Hop fusion genre.
Yes, all over the music board here at F&G.
The whole CD Baby experience was excellent and it’s as if they knew me with their shipping notification email:
Your CDs have been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.
A team of 50 employees inspected your CDs and polished them to make sure they were in the best possible condition before mailing.
Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CDs into the finest gold-lined box that money can buy.
We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved ‘Bon Voyage!’ to your package, on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, Tuesday, April 25th.
I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did.
Your picture is on our wall as “Customer of the Year”. We’re all exhausted but can’t wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!
I’ve been using my laptop at the kitchen table lately because there’s more room at the table than on my desk and with research and paper-writing to do, it just makes sense.
The cat loves it. Usually when I get home he barely lifts his head to acknowledge me and then he sleeps until I come back downstairs to fix dinner. For the past couple of days he’s been sitting right next to me and the love my feet have been getting is truly remarkable. As long as I occasionally give him a pat on the head, he stays put.
Right now, he’s sitting next to me and his bag of Kosmic Kitty Katnip. All is very right with the world.
This little guy has been sitting on our back steps all day. I guess there’s a perfect combination of sun and shade.

When you get way too many peeps for Easter, what’s the best thing to do? Skewer them and hold them over a flame:

Of course, I realized that fire was, well, fire. So I put on a glove:

When I was in college, specifically, senior year, everyone I was friends with seemed to think they were so very stressed. Looking back on that time, I seem to remember being irritated that everyone said that, and now I know what stress is and we were STUPID. I don’t care that many of my friends were honor student brainiacs (I hung out with them but I wasn’t an honor student). We were STUPID. When the stress in our lives was all about whether or not to go to free taco night on Wednesdays or stay in and drink, well, that’s not really stress, is it?
What I consider stress now:
Yesterday we went over to my sister’s to help with a wiring problem they were having. This week they had some work done to their kitchen and now have a new floor, new dishwasher and a new table and chairs. The better-half switched out some wiring so the two-way switch for the kitchen light worked on both switches.
Their kitchen looks great but it made me look at the lousy vinyl we have in a back hallway with even more disgust than usual. So, today, I mopped it. And when that didn’t make any difference, I got out the bleach spray and a scrubby and cleaned the floor the hard way…on my hands and knees.
I still hate the floor but at least now it’s cleaner. I have new floor envy.
This picture is from Wednesday night. The clouds were moving pretty quickly but this is a fairly accurate depiction of our night sky.

We’re serving Steak Diane tomorrow for Easter dinner. A traditional favorite, no?