All of a sudden it’s about 23:15 and you’ve got a couple of different folks bugging you for stuff…
…and you have no time at all to explain the long and bizarre story behind my attitude toward this poor, innocent blender.
We drove back from Milpitas/San Jose to Los Angeles today. We took the 101 down since it’s a much more pleasant and scenic drive than the straight, flat, and boring rampage down on I-5.
What was overwhelmingly obvious no matter where you looked is that the record rains this winter have turned California GREEN. Not “green” as in “spring’s here,” GREEN as in “did we take a wrong turn and end up in Ireland?”
The bad news, of course, is that sooner or later (it will be sooner) all of this verdant new growth will bake and turn brown and be tinder for a record brush fire season. Record brush fire seasons always follow record rainfall seasons, just as the spring follows the winter.
Too busy listening to concerts & chatting with friends I see far too rarely to write much. But (of course) there are pictures!
The Guest of Honor concert was the main event tonight. From left to right are Leslie Hudson, Mary Crowell, Betsy Tinney (amazing cello!), and GOHs Bill & Brenda Sutton.
For those I haven’t indoctrinated into SF true fandom, when I’m done having fun I’ll explain those terms.
For now, it’s the open filk:
With luck, we’ll be up way, way too late doing this!
When you see those lights on late… yeah, that’s me. Audit. Taxes. Accounting department.
Close to three years of unemployment will leave a mark – it doesn’t take much to remember and know that the alternative to working late in a decent job can be much worse.
Still doesn’t mean that adulting doesn’t sometimes suck.
We’ve lived in this house for over twenty-six years. There have always been kids, wives (not multiple ones at the same time, smartass!), dogs, cats, etc.
Tonight I’m home alone for what I think is only the third or fourth day in that entire span. It’s a little odd.
For one thing it’s quiet. Like, really quiet. While I’ve been watching the World Baseball Classic on television (let’s hear it for the USA!!) I’ve found it easier to watch with the sound off. Fewer annoying ads that way, and no need to keep turning the sound off and on as the ads come and go.
Then the noises started.
Okay, so I’m not entirely alone. It sounds like Rocky and/or Raquel and the brood are up on the roof. I’m used to that, although it’s surprisingly loud when I’m not hearing it over music or the television.
Once they left, I started hearing a chirping every minute or so. Today, of all days, a smoke alarm started getting low on its battery.
Once I killed that, I was startled by some fairly loud gurgling and watery sounds. I honestly didn’t know what it was and was starting to fear the worst when I got up to investigate. It turns out my short-term memory also sucks – the sounds came from the dish washer I had started a while ago.
(Which is also weird. I’m proud of my “dish washer Tetris” skills but had to start it when it was less than half full. With just me and my visiting son here for a few days, we used paper plates but ran out of silverware. I thought it better to run a half-empty dishwasher rather than going out and buying more silverware.)
Then the music started. I was in the living room but I could hear music from my office. I came in here to find some great tunes playing from my usual Sirius-XM station. The only thing is that there’s apparently no browser open, and it’s not playing a recording from an earlier broadcast, so I have no clue why it started suddenly or how it’s playing.
At least my poltergeists share my taste in music! (Or they can’t change the channel.)