Once again

Done working on the Viola thingy.
Ate two sandwiches for lunch.
Salame and cheese.
Peanut butter and jam.

Forgot to drink anything.

Better get to that soon.

Day after tomorrow is the big recording session.
I'll have to be out of bed by seven thirty.
What kind of musicians am I dealing with here, anyway?

Ones who have serious work later in the day, I suppose.

Did'ja hear? A Finn won a Nobel Prize for trying to get the American juggernaut to behave itself just a little.

Martti Ahtisaari has been "standing in front of the tank" more than twenty years.

It's nice to see this kind of courage rewarded with something other than being thrown out onto the street.

Not that anything I ever did would fall under the definition of courageous

But I did get thrown off the sidewalk and into the street.

Must be worth somthin'

.........?

Seems like we did something interesting last night....

Meredith came home early last night from her job cataloging books for the school library, cause they told her there was no more money available.
Not that money had anything to do with it.
But, in celebration of the lost "job" we popped out to Southcenter to buty some stainless steel pins for one of her C-mass projects.
After which we retired to The Whistlestop for dinner and a brew.
They were out of Guinness!

What the heck, the baked salmon was good.
The chicken marsala was good.

Lot'sa stuff is good.

'cording to Charley Brown, grief is good.







Randomly selected pic' from the Oregon trip