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Dec. 15th, 2011 09:42 am.
It was kind of pleasant, actually, to be watching TV here and hear the sound of the grand piano overhead as Sarah practiced. She seems determined to learn some piano, so I'm teaching her out of the beginner books that were in the bench of the upright we bought along with the house. (It's for sale, by the way, as Cathy is against the idea of me hoarding pianos.) Thanks to her music classes at school, she already knows some of the basics of music, so beginning piano seems to be a fairly painless step sideways.
Cathy has been borrowing my phone whenever she went on a trip, since hers would no longer take a charge. I messed around with it. Bought a charger at the $5 store, but the battery won't work. More recently I had a thought: find one of our old phones and put the SIM card in it. Sarah claimed to have seen one of our Razrs around, and I searched for it with her in vain. Yesterday I found a charger for it, which removed the possibility of finding it and still not being able to use it, so we searched again, and I eventually found it. As Sarah had recalled, it was in a cloth bag. I united it with the charger, and it seemed to be willing to charge up. I put the card in, and it asked me to put the card in. I took it out and put it in again, and by golly, the thing works. Exclamation point! Great satisfaction there.
This morning I got my birthday presents. Cathy got me _The Best American Comics 2011_, so I can find out what's going on in comics. Sarah got me _Ghost of the Hardy Boys_ by Leslie McFarlane, the original Franklin W. Dixon. She was with me when I found the book at a local shop for more than I could spend, and tracked down one online for less.
Cathy says I've been getting birthday wishes on FaceBook. I should have asked her who from, since I don't see FB. I do see LJ, though, and thanks to LSanderson and Supergee for their kind wishes.
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It was kind of pleasant, actually, to be watching TV here and hear the sound of the grand piano overhead as Sarah practiced. She seems determined to learn some piano, so I'm teaching her out of the beginner books that were in the bench of the upright we bought along with the house. (It's for sale, by the way, as Cathy is against the idea of me hoarding pianos.) Thanks to her music classes at school, she already knows some of the basics of music, so beginning piano seems to be a fairly painless step sideways.
Cathy has been borrowing my phone whenever she went on a trip, since hers would no longer take a charge. I messed around with it. Bought a charger at the $5 store, but the battery won't work. More recently I had a thought: find one of our old phones and put the SIM card in it. Sarah claimed to have seen one of our Razrs around, and I searched for it with her in vain. Yesterday I found a charger for it, which removed the possibility of finding it and still not being able to use it, so we searched again, and I eventually found it. As Sarah had recalled, it was in a cloth bag. I united it with the charger, and it seemed to be willing to charge up. I put the card in, and it asked me to put the card in. I took it out and put it in again, and by golly, the thing works. Exclamation point! Great satisfaction there.
This morning I got my birthday presents. Cathy got me _The Best American Comics 2011_, so I can find out what's going on in comics. Sarah got me _Ghost of the Hardy Boys_ by Leslie McFarlane, the original Franklin W. Dixon. She was with me when I found the book at a local shop for more than I could spend, and tracked down one online for less.
Cathy says I've been getting birthday wishes on FaceBook. I should have asked her who from, since I don't see FB. I do see LJ, though, and thanks to LSanderson and Supergee for their kind wishes.
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