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Sarah's going to be home all next week. She insists she has nine days off from school, though I prefer to think of it as five. At any rate, we'll be together for nine. The pool at the Y should be open again by then, and she'll probably be in a mood to go back. She's been going to the Adventure Center there several times a week, which is good, as she gets to run wild for a while. I now sit in the lobby and do crossword puzzles, but have excavated and washed my jogging pants, thinking I might take her suggestion and exercise instead.
I exercised yesterday, at about this time. Went for a walk around the neighborhood, roughly a mile's worth. Dogs called "Hey! Hey!" after me, and once in a while, a car went by. I miss sidewalks. After lunch I went to the music store by the canal and bought an inexpensive piano tuner (Korg CA-30). In the afternoon, I spent some time on the middle octaves of the piano in the living room, with some success. I played through the Durand Valse that I have recently boiled down from five pages (with some awkward page turns) to three pages (with one easy turn) by notating when to play what. It comes down to Intro, A1, A2, B, A2, B, A2, C1, C2, D1, D2, C3, A2, B, A3, Coda (the different numbers mean that the last measure differs -- in the case of D, it's a repeat that does four measures for D1, and eight measures for D2). Printing it was harder, because the HP gives me more than I ask for, in the form of ghostly repeats of stuff from higher up on the page.
(Anybody know how to make it quit that? It's a Color Laserjet 2605dn. If I run a cleaning page before each page I print, the copy is clean until the last two or three inches, but there's always some ghosting at the bottom of the page when I print in black. One web page said you have to dismantle the machine and clean a mirror inside. Please don't make me do that. Sliding the cleaning slider back and forth is good exercise.)
We'll probably be going to Colorado at the end of May/beginning of June. First time in five years. It kind of grinds on me that I don't get out there more often. I'm getting old, and five years is too long to go without seeing my friends.
Sarah's roller skating has improved wonderfully in just two monthly sessions at the Y. The first time, she couldn't stay on her wheels for a half minute, but she persisted. The second time, she started off about the same, but by the end of the evening, she was good for a few minutes at a time. When they started dancing, she joined right in, doing the gestures for YMCA and the Chicken Dance and the Hokey Pokey (for our UK readers, that's a version of the Hokey Cokey, which somebody apparently got paid money for). I am so proud of that kid sometimes. We looked for a roller rink here, but the one in Macedon is closed because a pipe burst and warped the floor, and the one beyond Clifton Springs takes 45 minutes to drive to. Sonali's mom says there's one in Henrietta, and I plan to go out and look for it, because Sarah and I have rollerskate fever.
I keep meaning to put some of the 1979 photos I've been scanning where the "Lost Fort Collins" web site can get them. I think I'll put them on flickr and send them a link. (Some time goes by. Lunch is eaten. Photos are uploaded.)
Here's the hanging Ayatollah effigy on the War Memorial. Ten short years later, the old bastard kicked off. We win again!
The legendary "Ill Manor," a house that deserves a much longer entry. Photo taken in 1955. No, wait. 1979. In 1955, the place probably looked okay, before the sequence of renters who left it a horrible wreck with dog excrement in the basement. We cleaned it up and hauled trash out, but couldn't do anything about the holes in the walls and ceilings, or the ripped-out walls, or the flakey stucco that passers-by sometimes picked off out of curiosity. After we left, the rental place (which inherited it with other properties not long after we moved in) tried to stick us with a cleaning bill, but we went to the old landlord, and they still had a list we'd made of awful things that were wrong with the place. They cleaned it up, and although it was across the street from two grocery stores, a drug store and a 7-11; and a block away from a laundry, two blocks from a super record shop and the CSU campus, they couldn't find anybody willing to move in. So they tore it down, and now it's a nice parking lot for five cars.
Here's the view out the window of the master bedroom. That's those two little upstairs windows. The gas station, King's Food Host, the Stover house, Colony Market, First Christian Church, and Poudre Rexall Drugs -- all gone now. I need to rotate this photo a little, I see. It's stitched together from three individual shots.
My home before Ill Manor. I had three rooms in here, one after the other. The last was in the near end window on the top floor. It was nice enough, but we had to share the TV room with yahoos who wouldn't let us watch "The Hobbit" ("I been waiting all week for this movie!") and it got kind of noisy on Saturday nights. Plus there was a curfew -- after 11 pm, you were locked out. I never stayed out late enough to get locked out, but I wanted to have the option.
More at http://www.flickr.com/photos/kipw/sets/72157616875689522/ if flickr actually lets you look at them. I'm going out to see if Borders has anything worth using a 30% off coupon on, and to see if I can find the skating rink in Henrietta.
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Sarah's going to be home all next week. She insists she has nine days off from school, though I prefer to think of it as five. At any rate, we'll be together for nine. The pool at the Y should be open again by then, and she'll probably be in a mood to go back. She's been going to the Adventure Center there several times a week, which is good, as she gets to run wild for a while. I now sit in the lobby and do crossword puzzles, but have excavated and washed my jogging pants, thinking I might take her suggestion and exercise instead.
I exercised yesterday, at about this time. Went for a walk around the neighborhood, roughly a mile's worth. Dogs called "Hey! Hey!" after me, and once in a while, a car went by. I miss sidewalks. After lunch I went to the music store by the canal and bought an inexpensive piano tuner (Korg CA-30). In the afternoon, I spent some time on the middle octaves of the piano in the living room, with some success. I played through the Durand Valse that I have recently boiled down from five pages (with some awkward page turns) to three pages (with one easy turn) by notating when to play what. It comes down to Intro, A1, A2, B, A2, B, A2, C1, C2, D1, D2, C3, A2, B, A3, Coda (the different numbers mean that the last measure differs -- in the case of D, it's a repeat that does four measures for D1, and eight measures for D2). Printing it was harder, because the HP gives me more than I ask for, in the form of ghostly repeats of stuff from higher up on the page.
(Anybody know how to make it quit that? It's a Color Laserjet 2605dn. If I run a cleaning page before each page I print, the copy is clean until the last two or three inches, but there's always some ghosting at the bottom of the page when I print in black. One web page said you have to dismantle the machine and clean a mirror inside. Please don't make me do that. Sliding the cleaning slider back and forth is good exercise.)
We'll probably be going to Colorado at the end of May/beginning of June. First time in five years. It kind of grinds on me that I don't get out there more often. I'm getting old, and five years is too long to go without seeing my friends.
Sarah's roller skating has improved wonderfully in just two monthly sessions at the Y. The first time, she couldn't stay on her wheels for a half minute, but she persisted. The second time, she started off about the same, but by the end of the evening, she was good for a few minutes at a time. When they started dancing, she joined right in, doing the gestures for YMCA and the Chicken Dance and the Hokey Pokey (for our UK readers, that's a version of the Hokey Cokey, which somebody apparently got paid money for). I am so proud of that kid sometimes. We looked for a roller rink here, but the one in Macedon is closed because a pipe burst and warped the floor, and the one beyond Clifton Springs takes 45 minutes to drive to. Sonali's mom says there's one in Henrietta, and I plan to go out and look for it, because Sarah and I have rollerskate fever.
I keep meaning to put some of the 1979 photos I've been scanning where the "Lost Fort Collins" web site can get them. I think I'll put them on flickr and send them a link. (Some time goes by. Lunch is eaten. Photos are uploaded.)
Here's the hanging Ayatollah effigy on the War Memorial. Ten short years later, the old bastard kicked off. We win again!
The legendary "Ill Manor," a house that deserves a much longer entry. Photo taken in 1955. No, wait. 1979. In 1955, the place probably looked okay, before the sequence of renters who left it a horrible wreck with dog excrement in the basement. We cleaned it up and hauled trash out, but couldn't do anything about the holes in the walls and ceilings, or the ripped-out walls, or the flakey stucco that passers-by sometimes picked off out of curiosity. After we left, the rental place (which inherited it with other properties not long after we moved in) tried to stick us with a cleaning bill, but we went to the old landlord, and they still had a list we'd made of awful things that were wrong with the place. They cleaned it up, and although it was across the street from two grocery stores, a drug store and a 7-11; and a block away from a laundry, two blocks from a super record shop and the CSU campus, they couldn't find anybody willing to move in. So they tore it down, and now it's a nice parking lot for five cars.
Here's the view out the window of the master bedroom. That's those two little upstairs windows. The gas station, King's Food Host, the Stover house, Colony Market, First Christian Church, and Poudre Rexall Drugs -- all gone now. I need to rotate this photo a little, I see. It's stitched together from three individual shots.
My home before Ill Manor. I had three rooms in here, one after the other. The last was in the near end window on the top floor. It was nice enough, but we had to share the TV room with yahoos who wouldn't let us watch "The Hobbit" ("I been waiting all week for this movie!") and it got kind of noisy on Saturday nights. Plus there was a curfew -- after 11 pm, you were locked out. I never stayed out late enough to get locked out, but I wanted to have the option.
More at http://www.flickr.com/photos/kipw/sets/72157616875689522/ if flickr actually lets you look at them. I'm going out to see if Borders has anything worth using a 30% off coupon on, and to see if I can find the skating rink in Henrietta.
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Light streaking (verticle) for the first couple of pages, and then it clears up.
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A note for you...