Monthly Archives: July 2013

Je suis fatigué

You know, I have a confession to make. I’m weary. Not like sleepy tired, but I am growing fatigued from fighting the good fight…and it has only been a one-month battle so far.

Huh??

Have you ever experienced any of these feelings?

  1. I feel like I’ve been committed to a psych hospital, but I’m completely, totally sane. And for the life of me, I can’t convince the people on staff that they have it all wrong. It’s like Daffy Duck: “But I AM Robin Hood!” 
  2. I’m afraid, because of my involvement in this highly political and emotionally hot issue, that people are going to run the other way when they see me coming, for fear of having to suffer through another diatribe. I do not want to be “that guy.”
  3. I feel like David, going up against Goliath.
  4. I feel that a cause I really believe in is being handled, in many respects, the wrong way, and I don’t know what I can do about it.

So…cut and run? Fight on? Redouble efforts? Suggest other avenues, for which I will most certainly be roasted and eaten, old-school Usenet style?

Deep thoughts this morning, when I should be choreographing the wedding scene. I think I’ll go do that now. But first, I have to watch Robin Hood again. :-)

Just another manic…

What I saw in the mirror this morning.

Well, it’s actually not manic. Sleep was fleeting last night, so I’m not really excited about anything at the moment, other than swallowing down this most excellent joe and getting on the with the three things on my imaginary list today: 1) do some editing on a couple of documents; 2) finish up buying choir music for fall; 3) putting another coat of stain on the two little repair projects. (Intense humidity, despite our best efforts to keep the area air conditioned, is proving to be somewhat problematic for the drying process.)

I hope you all had a great weekend!

What’s up today in my maniacal attempt (along with 27,000 of my closest friends) to bring down the corporate evil that is the privitization — and ultimate dismantling — of our public schools? Lots of emails, phone calls and tweets. Game on.

And now, for your meme of the day/week/whenever the mood strikes me:

There. Big enough so Bill Gates won’t need his spectacles to read it.

Happy Monkday, fiends — make it good!

Nice weekend

Crazy, but nice.

The furniture project is coming along, although the Thriller had to pull out the heavy artillery to get the original stain off the coffee table. After struggling for a couple of hours, it’s ready for its first coat of stain. It’s taken the sideboard two days for the first coat to dry…see where my Monday is going?

Still, a good time was had by all last night when we went to Cain Park (in Cleveland Heights, near Case Western Reserve U.) to hear our friend Lisa Biales perform with her band and guest artists Ronstadt Generations out in the open air. What a great show; it really turned folk music on its ear.

I was beyond impressed with Lisa’s bluesy honkytonk singing, and her fiddle player was just the right touch of awesome. But the Ronstadt boys (the brother and nephews of Linda) were exquisite — especially Cincinnati Conservatory graduate and cellist Michael. It was not to be believed.

Check out some clips of his playing on their new album, now available. It was so enjoyable: tight, silver harmonies, and I swear that Michael kid, in two hours of nonstop playing, played not a single note or double-stop out of tune. And expressive, wow…so expressive.

And it wasn’t ghastly hot as it had been, so the outdoors was a player in the evening as well. A great time indeed.

How goes your Sunday morning? Mine’s lazy, but then it’s company for lunch, and off to the cinema later. Ah, hugs to summer.

PS — we had dinner at the Winking Lizard before the concert. I stopped to admire the huge fake lizard in the glass cage. Then I saw it breathe. Oh dear.

Finkday at last

Even better when it’s Pay the Fink Day. :-)

Yesterday’s furniture stripping foray seems to have been a success. The stuff the Thriller had stored in his tool lair in the basement did the magic.

Out with the old

Out with the old

Ready for the new

Ready for the new

Yesterday, he took care of preparing the coffee table (yes, we have two pieces of furniture injured by our combined fumble-fingered use of nail polish remover), so we’ll spritz then scrrrrape that before leaving for points north today. I have a meeting in Cuyahoga Falls at noon, followed by our Costco run.

Happy happy happy 10th anniversary to Seamus and Hannah! And thank you for giving us the Js. 

OK fiends, don’t even think about not enjoying this day. The weekend is almost here!

Furniture Fink out.