Saturday, March 24, 2007

Blogging


I have signed into Blogger at least three times this week, intending to blog, and never got anything written. I did manage to blog this week, but this was three other times I came here to blog again, and never did.

I even had some things to write about. Like, how when I walked down to the bank this week, the librarian saw me heading back (the library is half a block down the street from the bank), and came out and hollered at me to come sign something. I had to sign something to send in to the State Library people. Or maybe the federal Library people. I don't know. I did read it, but I don't remember who it was for. I'd forgotten that she called me last week or so and asked whether I was the president of the Library Advisory Board.

I knew I was on the board, but had no clue whether I was the president or not. I've been on it for over a year, and we've met once. And when Jerri Ann said she thought I was the new president, I said, fine, I'll be the president. Only now she tells me we need to meet and come up with a policy for the kids' computer use at the library once school is let out. Sigh. And one of our board members lives way out of town past a couple of slidy hills and some low-water crossings and can't get to town if it's raining, so of course it's been storming all week...

This is like when I agreed to be the vice president for the Friends of the Library, because I wouldn't have to do very much. Then we discovered that we had to completely split the Friends from the Advisory Board, and the president of FoL went over to be an Advisor, and I got to be the President of FoL--and that was when the treasurer discovered that we really needed to fill out the official IRS paperwork to become an official non-profit organization (even though we barely fundraise $500 per year), AND we needed to re-do our bylaws to make them fit with the IRS papers. Sigh. This always happens to me.

I did remember to go to community choir practice this week. It was sounding pretty good when the second soprano showed up so us altos weren't drowning out the only soprano who was there for most of rehearsal. Oh well. Performance is Palm Sunday. AKA this coming Sunday. Hopefully, whatever's making the gunk in my throat will die and I can sing all those Fs without getting rattly. For some reason, an F (the low one--I haven't been able to hit a high F in 25 years)(I can only hit a high E when the sun is shining, all allergens are dead and the birds are singing sweetly in the trees. E-flat is generally possible.) shakes loose all the gunk in my throat, when there is gunk, and makes me cough. It's not where the voice breaks--that's somewhere around an A or B--it's just the gunk vibration note. (And I'm sure y'all really wanted to know all that...)

The daughter made an A in her probability class for her statistics PhD. The younger son made a 99 on his engineering test. (This after majoring in theater performance and theater design for 3 semesters before switching to engineering.) We haven't heard from the older son in a while. Hmm. So, life is mostly good.

Oh, and today, we went to town and bought half-price ready made frames for a couple of paintings, and put them up in the son's room. They look pretty good, if I say so myself. It all started when we moved out the old broken-down dresser and moved in this antique chest/armoire/desk thing (it has drawers, a door where you can hang up things, and a pull-down writing area). Then I brought in one single painting (see above) to see how it looked over the armoire/desk--and the fella said to bring out all the paintings-ready-to-hang, and we found two more that looked good. We put the "Breakfast in Tuscany" painting over the chest/desk and the one above across the room, and a big "boys at the beach" painting above the bed, but to one side, not over the headboard. Yeah, we started something.

2 comments:

Jessica Russell said...

Is this your painting Gail? It's gorgeous. I'm glad I found your blog! I've missed you tons.

Auburn Faerie
Jessica from Luna

Gail Dayton said...

Thanks, Jessica. And I keep meaning to go back to Luna and visit--but there are only so many hours in the day... Oh well. Glad you stopped by.