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but enough about me
Feb. 1st, 2009 08:18 pm.
I forgot to mention that the pants cost $60, and the shoeshine kit cost $10. Knowing that, can you guess, to the penny, how much the Friday gig paid?
Anyway, earlier in the week, I was practicing, and the phone rang. It was Sarah's principal. "I have Sarah in my office now. Her teacher sent her to me." One of my eyebrows was trying to escape over the top of my head as he went on. "Because she's doing such a great job. She works really hard on her homework and her work in class, so the teacher sent her to me for a commendation." I said I didn't know where she got that, because we always told her to slack off. "I'll bet," he said, chuckling.
I told Cathy about it, and she said that was great. "Especially since she didn't finish one of her reading books, and when I wrote it on the form, she tried to erase it." "So she's also a great eraser!" I said. By and large, she really is a good homework doer. She looks forward to math, which she says is her favorite subject. I didn't tell her about calculus.
We still go bowl on Sundays. Next Sunday is her bowling birthday party, with ten guests (including little brothers). She went to Wegman's with Cathy and picked out a soccer ice cream cake for the occasion. We go to the Y several times a week now; she's into it again. We waited long enough before going today that there wasn't time for the Adventure Center, so we just swam. Had the pool to ourselves, except for one woman who was swimming laps some of the time. We did some diving, seeing if we could retrieve little bits of jetsam off the pool bottom in the deep end. I got my fingers on a rubber band in the 12-foot end, but before I could grasp it, the surface was calling to my fat cells. After that, it must have moved a little onto a dark stripe, and I couldn't see it any more. I swam three or four laps as well.
I'll keep working my way through the easy-listening songbook that I got for a quarter at a Virginia Beach Friends of the Library sale some time back. Maybe I'll get the hang of music that was written after I drifted away from paying attention to pop. It seems to me that if I just pick up the groove of the chord patterns, I should be able to sit down and make the stuff up by the yard.
(Well, I didn't say I wasn't going to talk about me.)
Oh, and last week we went to a different bowling alley, because Clover Lanes was full up. It turns out the one in Henrietta has a Dance Dance Revolution machine. So on our way from bowling to lunch, I stopped off and did a dollar's worth. For the first time, I went to the medium setting instead of the gah gah goo goo setting. It wasn't much harder, except that it introduced steps where I had to put both feet down at the same time.
Speaking of the shoeshine kit, Sarah is fascinated by it and wants to be able to polish some shoes of her own with it. Unfortunately, her Spider-Man boots are vinyl, and the next pair of shoes she tried was suede. I looked around and saw some camera accessories my sister had sent me recently -- Mom's little Kodak Bantam 828 camera, that I used in 8th grade, when I took Photography, and a light meter. Both had leather cases, and both were dusty and much bedraggled. I polished them both up a bit, and they look thirty years younger. Just a little more worn than when I was using the camera to take clumsily composed black and white pics and developing them at school and printing on a Vivitar enlarger.
This would be the first picture I took and developed myself. I had a sort of light bulb moment and decided I could capture the view from our living room window for all eternity. Darned if it didn't work out pretty much like I had hoped. I posted an excessive commentary on it at the flickr page, though it barely scratches the surface of memories that stark landscape brings up. It's at a pretty small size, though, and I think I'll get out the negative and re-scan the thing soon.
.
I forgot to mention that the pants cost $60, and the shoeshine kit cost $10. Knowing that, can you guess, to the penny, how much the Friday gig paid?
Anyway, earlier in the week, I was practicing, and the phone rang. It was Sarah's principal. "I have Sarah in my office now. Her teacher sent her to me." One of my eyebrows was trying to escape over the top of my head as he went on. "Because she's doing such a great job. She works really hard on her homework and her work in class, so the teacher sent her to me for a commendation." I said I didn't know where she got that, because we always told her to slack off. "I'll bet," he said, chuckling.
I told Cathy about it, and she said that was great. "Especially since she didn't finish one of her reading books, and when I wrote it on the form, she tried to erase it." "So she's also a great eraser!" I said. By and large, she really is a good homework doer. She looks forward to math, which she says is her favorite subject. I didn't tell her about calculus.
We still go bowl on Sundays. Next Sunday is her bowling birthday party, with ten guests (including little brothers). She went to Wegman's with Cathy and picked out a soccer ice cream cake for the occasion. We go to the Y several times a week now; she's into it again. We waited long enough before going today that there wasn't time for the Adventure Center, so we just swam. Had the pool to ourselves, except for one woman who was swimming laps some of the time. We did some diving, seeing if we could retrieve little bits of jetsam off the pool bottom in the deep end. I got my fingers on a rubber band in the 12-foot end, but before I could grasp it, the surface was calling to my fat cells. After that, it must have moved a little onto a dark stripe, and I couldn't see it any more. I swam three or four laps as well.
I'll keep working my way through the easy-listening songbook that I got for a quarter at a Virginia Beach Friends of the Library sale some time back. Maybe I'll get the hang of music that was written after I drifted away from paying attention to pop. It seems to me that if I just pick up the groove of the chord patterns, I should be able to sit down and make the stuff up by the yard.
(Well, I didn't say I wasn't going to talk about me.)
Oh, and last week we went to a different bowling alley, because Clover Lanes was full up. It turns out the one in Henrietta has a Dance Dance Revolution machine. So on our way from bowling to lunch, I stopped off and did a dollar's worth. For the first time, I went to the medium setting instead of the gah gah goo goo setting. It wasn't much harder, except that it introduced steps where I had to put both feet down at the same time.
Speaking of the shoeshine kit, Sarah is fascinated by it and wants to be able to polish some shoes of her own with it. Unfortunately, her Spider-Man boots are vinyl, and the next pair of shoes she tried was suede. I looked around and saw some camera accessories my sister had sent me recently -- Mom's little Kodak Bantam 828 camera, that I used in 8th grade, when I took Photography, and a light meter. Both had leather cases, and both were dusty and much bedraggled. I polished them both up a bit, and they look thirty years younger. Just a little more worn than when I was using the camera to take clumsily composed black and white pics and developing them at school and printing on a Vivitar enlarger.
This would be the first picture I took and developed myself. I had a sort of light bulb moment and decided I could capture the view from our living room window for all eternity. Darned if it didn't work out pretty much like I had hoped. I posted an excessive commentary on it at the flickr page, though it barely scratches the surface of memories that stark landscape brings up. It's at a pretty small size, though, and I think I'll get out the negative and re-scan the thing soon.
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