- Biggest news this week was the birth of my first nephew! Welcome Ilya Birch Goeple! (to my disappointment, he is not in fact named after the Russian folk hero Ilya Morumets).
- It is official: my last day at this job will be two weeks from today. Then I plunge into the unknown. Quite literally the unknown: I have no idea what I’ll do once the lease on my apartment is up. The goal, as I mentioned elsewhere, is to be able to support myself by my own efforts, whether by writing or by some other skill. We can call this period my first attempt at that goal. If it doesn’t work out this time well…we’ll cross that bridge, etcetera, etcetera.
- Cinderella opens today, and after a glowing review by Steven Greydanus which seems to promise exactly the kind of movie I was hoping for, I’m planning to go see it right after work. Yes, that’s right: I’m planning to catch Cinderella opening day, because that’s how I roll.
- Yesterday I finally went and purchased my own violin after about two-and-a-half years of renting. I really should have done that earlier, not least because I only used a little over half of the store credit I’d built up over the years. This store’s rental policy is that your rentals fees could be used to pay for up to 50% of the purchased instrument. I had about $460 and only used $250. But of course, that saves me money, since if I bought a $900 instrument I would have been out $450, plus the money for the bow and the case.
I’m sure you found all that fascinating. The point is I finally have my own violin. But I’m still not skilled enough to play without the tape (beginning violin players use tape to mark the correct finger positions), so I haven’t been able to do more than, uh, fiddle with it. I mean, I can still play it and I can sort of get the positions right, but I’m not comfortable with it.
- I’ve started to peruse Murder She Wrote, which is fun, but not quite as engaging as, say, By the way, I’m the sort of person who has to watch a TV show in order; even when the episodes don’t have anything to do with one another. I have to start at the beginning and proceed doggedly though the archives until I either finish or move on to something else. Since Mrs. Fletcher’s adventures are charming rather than enthralling, I think the latter will be the case this time, but so far so good (question for any lawyers out there: is it actually legal to bequeath your estate to a dog?).
- Today is the second Friday the 13th of the year, which I don’t think happens very often and which, I believe you celebrate by wearing a sugar bag over your head (oh, I really hope someone gets that joke).
- Ending Quote:
Dudley: “Believe me, there’s no trick or mystery to making good selling displays…” Servo: “Hell, a platypus could do my job!” –Mystery Science Theater 3000: Out of this World
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