March 20, 2004

grumbling

Grumble grumble grumble Rudder off to Taiwan grumble. And I don't have any
especially fun plans for the weekend grumble. Today I got to go food-shoppping all
alone more grumbles. (Though that did mean I treated myself to outrageously un-
nutritious chocolate covered doughtnut-hole thingies and good soft cheese
and bagel chips to spread it on.

The mandolin is now restrung and
tuned (at least until it untunes itself and "Wildwood Flower" has been duly picked
out on it. I really don't understand when one (that is, an actual skilled
mandolin-playing one) would normally play chords versus single notes on this
thing. Guitar church licks don't really seem to work. I think maybe I'll stick to
single notes for a bit and attempt to master this flatpicking thing, since I
mostly learned to fingerpick on guitar. Also, the mandolin's steel strings are
much harder on my fretting fingers than the guitar's since I play a classical one
which uses nylon strings.

On the way back from buying springs I
stopped for the annual beginning of sandal season pedicure; my feet needed it
before being seen in public. It's been amusing reading about signs of spring on
my various discussion groups; everyone else is talking about daffodils or crocuses
or robins or late snowfalls and we're already into summer here. I think it's
supposed to hit 96 degrees tomorrow. Personally I'd prefer
daffodils.

I may just go hang out at the mall tomorrow and look for
floaty summer skirts, black sandals to replace my old ones, or combat-the-over-
air-conditioning jackets. Having paid off a credit card bill yesterday that
necessitated borrowing from savings (because it included the computer I'm typing
this on and came at the same time as insurance for both vehicles) I really
shouldn't. but I can't think of anything else fun to do and I've already done the
cross-stitching and mandolin-picking homebody stuff today. I should tackle some
writing stuff, too, and if I were a really really good girl I'd erg a half-
marathon or at least 10K, but we all know the answer to that, don't
we?

There definitely wll be sleeping in but it won't feature a kind
husband bringing me up tea in bed. More to the point, I'm not verry thrilled about
him being in a country where there's a possibility of riots in response to the
recent assassination attempt and election. Grumble grumble grumble. Off to bed.
Alone. Pooh.

Posted by dichroic at March 20, 2004 07:19 PM
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